Hound Dog Guitar [Main] Video (MV)

I heard him in a flophouse down on the lonesome avenue I could tell by the way he slapped them strings He knew a song or two He'd been down so many roads so long
And he cried so many tears Not to mention all the whiskey That he chased with bottle beers And as the wailin' songs he played Bounced off the alley walls There was something in his music Aint no doubt the boy had balls
It was a hound dog guitar that he held in his hands It was a hound dog guitar that he played for all his fans It was a hound dog guitar he could make it weep and moan That hound dog guitar took him far away from home
Well he grew up on the south side By the old union hall And listening to his daddy's tapes Thats when he heard his call
So his folks bought him a six string With the pennies they could save And though he couldn't read a note Dont you know that boy could play
It was a hound dog guitar that he held in his hands It was a hound dog guitar that he played for all his fans It was a hound dog guitar he could make it weep and moan That hound dog guitar took him far away from home

Well he thought about his future And the things that he might do But growing up there in the ghetto Gave him nothing but the blues

Well I saw him just the other day And I wondered hoe he'd been He said he'd been blessed somehow Thank God for all his friends Then he took a look around him He saw the guitar in the case He was on a mission and there weren't no time to waste
It was a hound dog guitar that he held in his hands It was a hound dog guitar that he played for all his fans It was a hound dog guitar he could make it weep and moan That hound dog guitar took him far away from home