Woke up foggy eyed in the mornin'|Leavin' for the road today|Grab my axe and headed for the airport|Everything was goin' my way||Then the man at the gate said, hey|What you doing with that thing in your hand|It's my guitar and it's coming with me|Seeing that it's my best friend||Forty thousand feet and I'm cryin'|I got the broken guitar blues|Forty thousand feet and I'm dying |Got everything to lose||Then the stewardess walked up and smiled|And said you'll never get that under your seat|It's against all federal regulations |You'll have to put it down underneath|I said, I know what it's like down there|Well it's cold and it's dark and it's cruel|They said don't you worry about it son|It'll come out lookin' just like new||Forty thousand feet and I'm cryin'|I got the broken guitar blues|Forty thousand feet and I'm dying |Got everything to lose||Forty thousand feet and I'm cryin'|I got the broken guitar blues|Forty thousand feet and I'm dying |Got everything to lose||Forty thousand feet and I'm cryin'|I got the broken guitar blues|Forty thousand feet and I'm dying |Got everything to lose||Forty thousand feet and I'm cryin'|I got the broken guitar blues|Forty thousand feet and I'm dying |Got everything to lose