Lyrics for T. Buckley's "My First Guitar": It all started with a back alley deal I bought it from a friend who never had the feel The fire in his heart, the look in his eye Put my fingers on the strings and felt my spirit fly Headstock, knockoff, pawn shop cheap Didn’t matter to me I still held it in my sleep Played it in my room to my adoring fans Headliner on a bill with all my favourite bands Elvis, Hendrix, shooting for the stars My first guitar My first guitar Skinny, pimple-faced, picture of a teen All the pretty girls walking right through me One day I’m gonna show them, they’ll wish that they were mine They’ll be fallin’ for me, one riff at time With this heartbreakin’, soul shakin,’ machine with which I’m armed My first guitar My first guitar Lost myself inside the sound Once it sucks you in there’s just no way you're getting out The years fly by like miles on the road These winters have a way of thinning out the shows The agent and the band still gotta get paid In this job breaking even is cause to celebrate My friends say they’re proud of me for chasing my dreams Rockin’ and rollin’ and barely making ends meet No big record deal, no single on the charts Just one boys dream and a song in my heart And I wonder how the hell I let it get this far My first guitar My first guitar My first guitar My first guitar It all started with a back alley deal I bought it from a friend who never had the feel The fire in his heart, the look in his eye Put my fingers on the strings and let my spirit fly