Just about to pack it in Lord knows the condition I've been in When I got your letter in the mail I don't know why You picked this time To write to me But I'm sure glad you did Sing me a song so soft and sweet, oh Guitar, play me back to Sausalito Every morning in New York I'd wake up and hear Those poor birds talk It's enough to bring a body down I wasn't ready to settle down Plant my roots But, Lord, I'm ready now Sing me a song so soft and sweet, oh Guitar, play me back to Sausalito Guitar, play me back to Sausalito Just got time to pack my bags And say goodbye to disappointment town Just got time for one last look around Campbell Heights is where I'm bound Gonna plant my feet and Tack them to the ground Sing me a song so soft and sweet, oh Guitar, play me back to Sausalito Sing me a song so soft and sweet, oh Guitar, play me back to Sausalito