Just an old flat top from an old pawn shopDidn't cost me a lot when I bought itBarely knew how to play itBut I learned how to play itFor some pretty green eyesLooking back in the mind on a July nightJust hoping she might be payingA little attentionTo a boy with a guitarBoy with a guitarDoing her best to impress her with a songTrying to win over her heartTo hell with the fast carI had her six strings coming out of melodyAfter all this time I can still rewindTo a campfire kiss in the darkShe stole my blue jean babyThat I think's crazyFor giving away her heartTo a boy with a guitarTo a boy with a guitarTo a boy with a guitarGirl ain't it funny howWe'd be driving aroundWith the windows downAnd end up somewhere in a memoryA beautiful memoryYou were sipping that strawberryBoone's barn wineI was drumming through the summer of 69Just to watch you danceHoping you'd take a chanceOn a boy with a guitarBoy with a guitarDoing her best to impress her with a songTrying to win over her heartTo hell with the fast carI had her six strings coming out of melodyAfter all this time I can still rewindTo a campfire kiss in the darkShe stole my blue jean babyThat I think's crazyFor giving away her heartTo a boy with a guitarTo a boy with a guitarSomewhere tonightThere's a little white houseIn a bedroom filled with the soundOf a boy with a guitarAnd there's a bright marqueeOn a big city streetAnd a crowd lined up to seeA boy with a guitarTo a boy with a guitarBoy with the guitar, boy with the guitarDoing the best to impress you with a songTrying to win over her heart to hell with a fast carI had a six string strumming out a melodyAfter all this time I can still rewindTo a campfire kiss in the darkShe's still my blue jean baby that I think's crazyI'm giving away her heart to a boy with the guitarA boy with the guitarTo a boy with the guitarTo a boy with the guitar