Old Guitar

by Prativadi Bhayankara Raghu Vir Acharya (2015, All Rights Reserved)

I was sitting on the back porch

Trying to find a note on an old guitar
When she rolled up, had her windows rolled down
In her favorite little black car

Well Koots my dog never worries about nothing but the weather
But I wish my life sometimes would have turned out
Just a little better

Ive been thinking about a girl I met

On a train bound for the West Coast
Nobodys saying Youre not ready yet
Because every night I raise a toast

Well Koots my dog never worries about nothing but the weather
But I wish my life sometimes would have turned out
Just a little better, whoa, little better

Somewhere out there

Theres a picture of me and her
So I sang my song from a rooftop
Its where I garden, all I remember

Now Im writing all the same songs I wrote

Theyre all playing on the radio
I keep practicing on an old guitar
Ill be seeing you from a little black car