Luther Played Guitar

Stan Ridgway

Now we were young and we were bold
We were three out on the road
Stayin' up all night and drivin' past the dawn
Me and two from Tennessee, up in lights on that marquee
From Folsom Prison to San Quentin, oh but now those days are gone

His guitar was dark and deep, he played in the lower range
Even now it sends a shiver up my spine
He played a twangin' metal string, and his tone was round and strange
He left too soon and no one's ever took his place inside my mind

Luther, can you hear me where you are?
I'm still out here on the road and travelin' so far
Yeah Luther?

Yes, and I still miss the time, when we'd three play