Just an old flat top From an old pawn shop Didn't cost me a lot When I bought it Barely knew how to play it But I learned how to play it For some pretty green eyes looking back into mine On a July night, just hoping she might be paying A little attention, to a Boy with a guitar, boy with a guitar Doing the best to impress her with a song Trying to win over her heart, to hell with a fast car I had a six string, strumming out a melody After all this time, I can still rewind to a campfire kiss in the dark She's still my blue jean baby, that I think's crazy for giving away her heart To a boy with a guitar, to a boy with a guitar Girl ain't it funny how we've been driving around with the windows down And end up somewhere in a memory, a beautiful memory You were sipping that strawberry Boone's Farm wine I was strumming through the summer of '69 Just to watch you dance, hoping you'd take a chance on a Boy with a guitar, boy with a guitar Doing the best to impress her with a song Trying to win over her heart, to hell with a fast car I had a six string, strumming out a melody After all this time, I can still rewind to a campfire kiss in the dark She's still my blue jean baby, that I think's crazy for giving away her heart To a boy with a guitar, to a boy with a guitar Somewhere in the night there's a little white house And a bedroom filled with the sound of a boy with a guitar And there's a bright marquee on the big city street And the crowd lined up to see a boy with a guitar Boy with a guitar, boy with a guitar Doing the best to impress her with a song Trying to win over her heart (to hell with a fast car?) I had a six string, strumming out a melody After all this time, I can still rewind to a campfire kiss in the dark She's still my blue jean baby, that I think's crazy for giving away her heart To a boy with a guitar, a boy with a guitar To a boy with a guitar