Playing Around (Draft 2)

Playing Around (Draft 2)

Don’t worry Sandy Babe
about playing around.

(Haven’t been to school so…)
You know I have to play, and
can’t take the geetar to a seminar —

y’know, just t’ the honky-tonk only
and y’know I wouldn’t fool around
with the bar girls; no just take a few
peanuts from a counter and wouldn’t
get my gherkin in a pickle, or
drop a geetar pick in the wrong place

You know I have to play, and
can’t take the geetar to a seminar —
Don’t know nothing about hoity-culture
or haute cuisine so y’know maybe

I could still love you even if I still
knock grits on the floor
and spill beer in the garden

don’t know if you could school me babe
’cause schooling’s not my thing
can’t play my geetar at the seminar

You know the honk-tonk
pays me in gherkins and peanuts
and I have to play around —
no not that — wouldn’t ever
twist myself into a pretzel of lies

maybe we could be cooking
and water the garden with love

maybe I’d put on a tie
and play my guitar for you
like I’ve been to school
though mums the word

You know I have to play, and
can’t take the guitar to a seminar,
but we could learn a new song together
under the moon light with whiskey,
a beer, and a chrysandymum’s rose

— Douglas Gilbert

Playing Around (Draft 1)

Playing Around (Draft 1)

Don’t worry Babe
about playing around.

(Haven’t been to school so…)
You know I have to play, and
can’t take the geetar to a seminar —

y’know, just t’ the honky-tonk only
and y’know I wouldn’t fool around
with the bar girls; no just take a few
peanuts from counter and wouldn’t
get my gherkin in a pickle, or
drop a geetar pick in the wrong place

You know I have to play, and
can’t take the geetar to a seminar —
Don’t know nothing about hoity-culture
or haute cuisine so y’know maybe

I could still love you even if I still
knock grits on the floor
and spill beer in the garden

don’t know if you could school me babe
’cause schooling’s not my thing
can’t play my geetar at the seminar

You know the honk-tonk
pays me in gherkins and peanuts
and I have to play around —
no not that — wouldn’t ever
twist myself into a pretzel of lies

maybe we could be cooking
and water the garden with love

maybe I’d put on a tie
and play my guitar for you
like I’ve been to school
though mums the word

You know I have to play, and
can’t take the guitar to a seminar,
but we could learn a new song together
under the moon light with whiskey,
a beer, and a chrysandymum’s rose

— Douglas Gilbert