Turn off the TV

Turn off the crap

Kick off your high heels

Climb up in my lap

And I'll play music

A song from me to you



Simple six string music

A ballad or the blues



No interruptions from the telephone

Don't need call waiting

Just you and me alone

And my six string music

A song from me to you

Simple six string music

A ballad or the blues



Oh I remember that night in Africa

My daughter and my little guitar

Straddling the equator

The king of Zanzibar

Those shy black hidden faces

They didn't know me from Adam's cat

But the words and the singing

And the people in a ring

And the whole night went like that



Some folks like icing, some folks like cake

Some swim in the ocean, some paddle in a lake

You can get into Beethoven, you can groove on Jimmy Reed

But keep it simple stupid

All we really need



Is six string music

A song from me to you

Simple six string music

A ballad or the blues



Six string music

Ain't no symphony

It's just six string music

So elementary