Leave My Guitar Alone Lyrics - Chris Robinson Brotherhood

Don Quixote got nothing on me 

Saddle up the windmill I feel a breeze 

I'm fully loaded, you got keys 

Don't know about the next but the first trip is free 

So get free, baby on me 

Night owl reasons and a trifle snow blind 

Don't let the sun hurt those turquoise eyes 

Skin like the moon in a medusa's wig 

Strictly rockers when she makes your gig 

Makes the gig, makes it big 

You can feed me to the lions, I don't care 

Take my weed and my money and put it somewhere 

You can do what you want to but leave my guitar alone 

Do what you want to but leave my guitar alone 

If the heater starts hiss'n then you hit the door 

Old song and dance no less, no more 

Baby your ceiling feels like my floor 

Looks like a spider but you should hear it roar, hear it roar, yes it roars 

Out in california their throw'n a bash 

Where the growers grow green and they bury the cash 

Don't worry baby how long it lasts 

You got friends around sit back relax, relax, I got your back 

I ain't playing at just being mean 

I don't want to cause a scene 

I'm here to give you baby anything 

Besides that guitar only has five strings 

The old caboose is rocking on down the line 

Dew drop inn it sure feels fine 

Get it all done before the fog rolls in 

The sun shines back 

We'll do it again, and again, do it again