A farmboy from Kentucky Hills  Learned to play guitar for his backpoarch thrills  Lean a ladderback chair on a windowsill  And look out at the stars  He must have got it up in Michigan  He and his brothers were pickin then  When he moved to Gary he took it with him  That Gibson Hummingbird guitar    Oh how that guitar would ring  Dad would close his eyes and sing  Silver Haired Daddy would always bring a tear to his eyes    I was all of five years old  My brother Don and a kid down the road  We just did what we was told to get outside and play  Someone wrapped it in a coat  And we took it to the swamp just to see if it'd float  But a Hummingbird is not a boat  And it sank straight away    When he got home that's when he heard  What we'd done to that Hummingbird  And he looked at me and never said a word  Just went out back to see    And there it was in all it's mess  With the cattails and the redwing nests  And there he laid it down to rest for all eternity    One of these days you know what I'll do  Get a Hummingbird guitar and a brother or two  Underneath a Kentucky moon, give him back his childhood dream  It won't make up for thirty-two years  And it won't dry up a swamp of tears  But it's better than a case of beer and a fifth of Jim Beam    these lyrics are submitted by burkul