So Good So Far (Live)

Lyrics

Take a look inside the hole in my guitar From inside there strings sound good so far You know, over the years this ax has taken some whacks And inside you can see where they've glued and they've sealed the cracks Out of this hole have come my hottest licks Down this hole I've dropped my flattest pics This machine has been my greatest boon Even though I still can't keep the thing in tune You know I got my first guitar at age thirteen On it's nylon strings I learned the Third Man Theme Then I heard Leadbelly and Ramblin' Jack After that there was no turnin' back And they used to say that Clapton, he was God You know a guitar is shaped a bit like a woman's bod-y But after seein' footage of Hendrix I'm convinced that guitars are really dicks And I admit that my scores were low on my college boards And I admit I still only know about a dozen chords Yeah, but it's a cornucopia, this old guitar Things still keep comin' out so good so far I got an old D'Angelico f-hole Yeah, it's stashed under my sister's bed like a box of gold Yeah, it was in '46 - that's the year of my birth Y'know that old D'Angelico's gonna outlast me here on this earth I used to own a Gibson Hummingbird I wrote a song about that red guitar, perhaps you heard? Guitars are lost, sold, stolen, some get burned But when you write one song on one then it's keep's been earned When I think of all the Martin's that I've had I realize things haven't been that bad No, and I've never been to Nazareth, PA (that's where they make those Martin guitars, you know) But I just might have to make that pilgrimage one day What's the difference, what's the model, what's the make? The Japanese can produce an amazing sounding fake Go on and ask around, go on and take poll It all comes down to what comes out of that amp or this hole This instrument has given me so much A cross to bear, a briefcase, and a crutch Yeah, go on and ask me what this instrument can provide A weapon I can wield, a shield, behind it can I hide Every dink and scratch and gouge and broken string This thing has forgiven everything You know the airlines broke it's neck once, those bastards did It's cheaper than a car, cleaner than a dog, easier than a kid I've been lucky with guitars, guitars a good Oh, I hope my luck holds out, knock on wood (knocks on guitar) Take a look inside the hole in my guitar From inside there these strings... These steel things... These steel strings still sound good, so good so far So good so far So good so far So good so far