Practice - John Parr

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

Doin' 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

Teasin' it squeezin' it

For all it was worth

Strummin' it lovin' 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

He’s good enough for me

Other kids were duckin' school

Playin' football playin' the fool

I was up there in my bedroom

Bangin' 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

He’s good enough for me