This Old Guitar (acoustic)

This old guitar Seen dusty roads and smoky bars, The back seats of all My old cars, City lights and southern stars. This old guitar It's told the truth it's told some lies. Sometimes it sings, sometimes it cries. It's who I am, it's My disguise. This old guitar It's just wood and strings and steel. This old guitar Always knows just how I feel. This old guitar It's seen it's share of broken hearts, It's got cracks and broken parts, It's a symphony.... of scars. This old guitar... Hell, I've even gone and named it, I have cursed and blessed and blamed it. Still My fingers have not tamed it. This old guitar Guess You could say We show Our ages From all the songs and whiskey rages, Crazy stages, final pages. This old guitar It's just wood and strings and steel. This old guitar, Always knows just how I feel. This old guitar It's seen it's share of broken hearts, It's got cracks and broken parts, It's a symphony..... of scars. | | | | This old guitar Has played for kings and played for paupers It's all the gold here in My coffers. Still I can't give it all it offers. This old guitar It's just wood and strings and steel. This old guitar Always knows just how I feel. This old guitar It's seen it's share of broken hearts, It's got cracks and broken parts, It's a symphony.... of scars.