My Good Friend by Marc Keefer

This is a ballad about a songwriter's good friend...his guitar.

My Good Friend

Sat down here intending to write you off a line
My right hand started pushing pen
The thing that happened every time
Was right hand crossing out each line
Left fingers rapped impatiently
Trying to suggest I pick up a friend of mine

This old friend’s a long neck and wide around the hips
Broad shoulders over pretty waist
Head to toe a silver six
My right hand fast or slowly picks
On one string then another
Following the left hand when my heart is in a fix

I’ve got a good friend
I’ve got a good friend
That will always be understanding me
Faithful, always there, enduring loyalty
Sitting in a stand
Or cradled in these hands, my good friend.

Lead

Talking with my good friend, no better way to heal
Searching all the emptiness
Finding how I truly feel
Then get it down from real to reel
Emotions saved or summoned by
Left fingers laying down with right hand striking strings of steel

I’ve got a good friend
I’ve got a good friend
That will always be understanding me
Faithful, always there, enduring loyalty
Sitting in a stand
Or cradled in these hands, my good friend.