I can still remember, I was eight years old   The first time that I picked her up, little did I know   She's taken me to places that I've never been   Did my first gig in a rock n' roll band      Berneice, sweet Berneice      Get a real job, let the guitar go   There ain't no future in this rock n' roll   So go for your guitars, go for your guns   Better think twice it's three against one   Take your best shot it's a showdown now      Berneice, sweet Berneice   Oh, Berneice won't you play for me?      A guitar woman needs a guitar man   One without the other, neither one of them can stand   Remember where we came from we can do it all again   So thanks to all you people, give yourselves a hand      Berneice, sweet Berneice   Oh, Berneice, won't you play for me?   Berneice, sweet Berneice   Oh, Berneice, won't you play for me?