Bill Bones' Guitar Lyrics

This is old Bill Bones' guitar

He shot a man and ate his heart

It's stained in blood

But it still plays pretty good

Bill is going to fry this fall

He's out of songs

He's sung them all

But this guitar still tunes up like it should

Sing six string, sing

While Billy burns in hell

Sing the stories

Billy just can't tell

Billy saw some shit in 'Nam

The women burned the children bombed

They shipped him home with a bag filled full of smack

Billy roamed the whole west coast

Jacking cars and selling dope

And strangling drifters when he saw a chance

Sing six string, sing

While Billy burns in hell

Sing the stories

Billy just can't tell

Billy was a friend of mine

We'd often share a jug of wine

He'd tune on up and sing a simple song

But billy made his wicked choice

He's on death row

He's got to go

But this guitar still hasn't lost its voice

Sing six string, sing

While Billy burns in hell

Sing the stories

Billy just can't tell