Practice

(album: Letter To America - 2011)

There comes a time
In every young boy's life
When he takes in his hand for the first time
And holds it like a wife

Up there in his bedroom
Full of dreams and fantasies
I guess a boy can't help himself
Doing what comes naturally

Practice every day
That's what my Dad would say
You gotta practice boy
If you go what it takes
You know practice makes
Just practice boy

Teasing it squeezing it
For all it was worth
Strumming it loving it
I gotta be first

Practice every day
That's what my Dad would say
You gotta practice boy
If you got what it takes
You know what practice makes
P-E-R-F-E-C-T
He's good enough for me

Other kids were ducking school
Playing football playing the fool
I was up there in my bedroom
Banging out those twelve bar blues

Practice every day
That's what my Dad would say
You gotta practice boy
If you go what it takes
You know practice makes
Just practice boy

P-E-R-F-E-C-T
He's good enough for me