Track 9—From When We Were
Last Thing On My Mind
Tom Paxton, EMI U Catalog Inc.
It's a lesson too late for
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, In your hand
Are you going away with no
word of farewell
Will there be not a trace
I could've loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You’ve got plenty of
reasons for going
This I know, this I know
The weeds have been
Please don't go, please
don't go (Chorus)
As I lie in my bed in the
Without you, without you
Every song in my breast
dies of boredom
Without you, without you (Chorus)
I purchased my first guitar the day
after I graduated from high school in 1974. I had wanted a guitar ever since I
was a freshman, but my parents sternly said “No.” As I look back now, my
parents were quite wise. Since I was an academic failure in high school and
involved in most sports and extra-curricular activities, my parents realized
that I didn’t need another distraction to make my grades go even lower.
Saving up $75 dollars I acquired a Goya
twelve-string at a neighboring music store. It didn’t take long to realize that
when you’re learning to play the guitar you don’t begin on a twelve string.
Attempting to press down two strings at a time instead of one is not for
beginners. Being left-handed, another great challenge that I faced was forcing
myself to learn to play right-handed. I knew that it would be difficult to find
and afford left-handed instruments so I disciplined myself to learn to play
A friend showed me three chords (G, C
and D) and I was pretty much on my own. After I took six of the strings off, it
still took several months of struggle and pain to get my fingers to contort to
the proper positions and to work on establishing the necessary calluses.
By mid-summer, Paxton’s “Last Thing On
My Mind” was one of the first songs I learned to play all the way through.