They call me the guitar man. <br />Cause I can really bend those strings. <br />I no longer play in a band, <br />But I can make my guitar sing. <br /> <br />There ain't nothing I can't play, <br />I carry music in my soul. <br />I play better than yesterday, <br />I can play some solid gold. <br /> <br />My acoustic Alvarez, <br />Can either sing or cry. <br />I thank the Lord, that he has blessed, <br />My guitar and me from on high. <br /> <br />If you're ever down in Texas, <br />Come and see this guitar man. <br />I don't look at all like Elvis, <br />But I do the best I can. <br /> <br />Ask around and you will see. <br />That I am not so hard to find. <br />If you hear music, thats where I'll be, <br />So come on down, if your'e inclined. <br /> <br />9/5/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-guitar-man-2/
