Cool Dry Place

Well I woke up this morning

The place was such a wreck

I couldn't reach the bathroom

Thought I'd better clear the deck

I tried to call the lawyer

And asked him what to do

He referred me to his doctor

Who referred me back to you

And when you checked the manual

You kept inside the case

It said put it in a cool dry place

Well I drove around the city

Lookin' for a room

That was high above the water

Where my things could be in tune

There was no one to help me

Nobody even cared

I had to go through hell

To get those things up there

I paid my first subscription

Then I joined the idle race

And they said, "Store it in a cool dry place"

I got guitar, basses, amplifier, and drums

Accordions and mandolins and things that sometimes hum

Cymbals and harmonicas, capos by the score

And lots of things in boxes layin' all around the floor

Some places, they get mildew

And others get too hot

Some places are so damp

That everything you got just rots

All kinds of condensation

Direct result of rain

And not much compensation

When everything's been stained

Some have sentimental value

That cannot be erased

Go store it in a cool dry place

We got solids and acoustics

And some from plywood board

And some are trimmed in leather

And some are made with gourds

There's organs and trombones

And reverbs we can use

Lots of DX7s

And old athletic shoes

I bought a great big building

That took up one whole block

I made an inventory

Of all the things in stock

The place was getting longer

I was up all night

I used up all my pencils

But I went on despite

The blurring of my vision

The sweat upon my face

I got to put this stuff away

I mustn't leave a trace

The landlord's breathin' down my neck

He says it's a disgrace

So I said, "Put it in a cool dry place"