The Guitar Man

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

And some still ask

Me

Would you sell

Your soul for a dime or a buck

If you ran out of luck

Would you sign

Across

The dotted line

For fame or fortune

Would you ride

On the back of one of

The Four horsemen

Would you do a deal

With the Devil in

Silence

Would you be owned by

Apollyon

As he welcomes you

Into the dark asylum

Or instead

Would you suffer

The mortal

Sins of Trying

To conquer those burdens

Or dreams

You're carrying

There's always shortcuts

To the very top

Only you can decide

To do the deal

Blow your trains whistle

And stop

To enter into its dark

Beauty shop

I'm just an old guitar man

Singing this old tune

Cos I

Done my deal

With the devil

Many years ago

They all called me up

Up asking

Johnny

How did it go

I just say

Sign on the dotted line

And then you'll know

For

I'm just a guitar man

Singing my own song

Done my deal

With the devil

Many years ago

I got so much money and

Riches

But only I

Know the secrets

And all the many others

Who sold out

For fame

We are but one of many

Who still

Whisper his name

I'm just a Sell-Out

Playing gigs in the dark

Praying my candle

Doesn't burn out

As I walk past

Arya Stark

Cos i

Done my deal

With the devil

Many years ago

Only I know the secrets

Where this life

On the road goes

To dark places

Filled with old faces

As I carry round

My many Louis Vuitton

Suitcase's

Copyright John Duffy 2019