Play, play the guitar boy,
play the guitar boy, play the guitar
When I was a kid, I worked in a pawn shop
in a one -horse west Texas town.
Most of my clientele was on the bottom
or on the way all the way down.
There was something familiar
Who sort of stumbled into my place
That's when it hit me and I said
Didn't you used to be Billy Jack Willis
The man they call Mr. Guitar?
Didn't you used to be a superstar?
He said, I'm just an old out
Lookin' for a job to pay my tab at the bar
I said, you're the spittin' image
The man they call Mr. Guitar
I said, you can't sweep up
He took the broom and went out alone
I got pretty busy at the front
Spent a couple of hours on the phone
That old lady came in and said that you have
a real cheap sewing machine lying around
I went back to the storeroom
I said, Lord have mercy, you are
the man they call Mr. Guitar
Turned you into whatever you are
He said, I got tired of being Billy Jack Willis
I never liked being a star
He said, so I went back to
It's been years since I touched a guitar
I said, well, touch up on that one,
it sounds just like this right
He said, I learned to play
by listening to your records
You're my hero, you really are
And he took another guitar
Said, kid, let's play some double guitar
Sound like it's right here.
I'm playing with Billy Jack Willis
You're my hero, you really are
There ain't no doubt about it,
you are Billy Jack Willis
The man they call Mr. Guitar
Well, we played some guitar.
We played for about three days.
Then we went and got some
and Coca -Cola and M &M's
and played three more days.
Steve Smith on that guitar.
You want to hear that again?
I want to hear him play it again.
Come on down here, Weeby.