The Oil Drenched Travelling Guitar

Well you strum my strings and you

lift my wings up so high

You're on the run with me

your oil drenched travelling guitar

I can only shudder as my vibrations

Take place and I can't help but

like it when you

Strum me just the right way

Now I'm sitting in front of twenty thousand

Look at all the people all around

Yet your just plucking away like

every other fucking day

Can't you see I'm nervous?

I'm getting slick

I think I'm gonna be

musically sick

Well you strum my strings and you

lift my wings up so high

You're on the run with me

your oil drenched travelling guitar

So sick of you getting all the

Recognition

I guess people don't understand

My position

Without me there is no music

Without you there is no drive

So shouldn't we be billed as a duo

Paul and Oil Drenched Travelling Guitar?

Well you strum my strings and you

lift my wings up so high

You're on the run with me

your oil drenched travelling guitar

Well you strum my strings and you

lift my wings up so high

You're on the run with me

your oil drenched travelling guitar