I've got everything I need
Satisfaction on my knee
Ain't no place that I can't go
With these six strings and a hole

I can strum some clouds on high
I can strum an Angel's cry
Pick my way through any day
I could pluck your Blues away

Just an old brown beat-up box
Seen its worst of dings and knocks
But it still sings true to me
I'll never let it go.