My Les Paul

I walked down to the beer joint
hopin' to prove I's better than them
I showed 'em my razor, puked twice,
they finally let me in

I strode with my Les Paul into that shithole and a half
Knew at once I wasn't getting much of the fatted calf
a solid bodied guitar saved me more than a time or two
I ducked a few beer bottles before my reputation grew

I had the licks that'd sting 'em
and I stung 'em over and over again
I made it through that chickenshack [naughty word removed]
almost to the promised land

I chiseled out a paying circuit
where my licks would wow the crowd
but I knew my days were numbered
though I never said that [naughty word removed] out loud

I'd stride in with my Les Paul into those shitholes and a half
Knew at once I wasn't gonna get much of the fatted calf
a solid bodied guitar saved me more than a time or two
I ducked a few beer bottles as my reputation grew

“I'm gonna cut you,” that's what that young guitar player said.
I did my best against him but that young boy cut me dead.

So I'm passin' the torch on to him
I hope his reign is long
But no guitar player's reign
is longer than the song.

Still I stride in with my Les Paul into those shitholes and a half
I know at once I'll never get much of the fatted calf
a solid bodied guitar still saves me a time or two
but nothing like those bottles as my reputation grew

I'll die playin' my Les Paul
if it all the same to you.

I'm a lyricist seeking music writers.

Check https://drooble.com/stanfield.major/wall for songs I've collaborated on.