I.Used to have a red guitar  ‘Til I smashed it drunk one night  Smashed it in the classic form  As Peter Townshend might  Threw it in the fireplace  Left it there a while  Kate she started crying when she saw my sordid smile    II.Red guitar was made of wood  It could not take the heat  Red guitar it caught on fire  And the damage was complete  It burned until all that was left  Were six pegs and six strings  Kate she says, “You are a fool.  You done a foolish thing.”    III.I placed the remains in the case and I put the case away  Went to New York City for a new guitar the next day  I bought my self a blond guitar  Had it for three days  Some junkie stole my blond guitar  God works in wondrous ways    these lyrics are submitted by Bob Wilson