Some collect guns, knives and cars, Books, coins and old fruit jars, Some collect clocks, trains and caps, Some even collect old road maps, But I always wanted a thousand guitars.		When I was a child we were very poor, I only had one, but wanted many more, Now that I'm older and have more money, I told my wife, "Now listen here Honey, I'll buy as many guitars as I can afford."
	It never made much difference to me, If I was at home or across the sea, It made little difference how I felt, Or in life what cards I was dealt, As long as I had a guitar on my knee.		Behind the couch and under the bed, Over in the corner stacked high as my head, Through the mall and over the net, I ordered as many as I could get, I even had to build a guitar shed.
	Most of my friends couldn't understand, If I was at sea or on dry land, Whether driving my truck or driving my car, Going across the street or traveling afar, I just had to have a guitar in my hand.		I collected hard; I was s diligent soldier, But I'm slowing down now that I'm older, So I counted them all, that I could find, But they only totaled nine hundred ninety nine, Then I remembered the one hanging on my shoulder.