Tonight I Just Need My Guitar

Gulf coast nights, flounder lights

I'm back on the Eastern shore

With my history of wrecks

I think it's time to check

The crab trap of life once more

Need is a relative thing these days

It borders on desire

The high-tech world is full of bright, shiny things

We think that we really require

Sometimes more than others

You see who and what and where you are

I'm a one-man band with no immediate plans

Tonight I just need my guitar

Don't need to feel important or famous

No limos or my little Nash car, one lucky man

With my feet in the sand

Tonight I just need my guitar