Red Guitar

I recognize no method of living that I know. I see only the basic materials I may use. If you ask me, I may tell you. It's been this way for years. I play my red guitar; It's the devil in the flesh, It's the iron in my soul. I play my red guitar; It's the devil in the flesh, It's the iron in my soul. I understand you're facing problems inside you, A certain difficulty of being that I know too. You may ask me, why do I fail Just when I'm needed. I play my red guitar; It's the devil in the flesh, It's the iron in my soul. I play my red guitar; It's the devil in the flesh, It's the iron in my soul. I play my red guitar; It's the devil in the flesh, It's the iron in my soul. If you ask me, I may tell you. It's been this way for years.