This old guitar
Seen dusty roads and smoky bars
In the back seats of all my old cars
See the lights and southern stars
This old guitar
It's told the truth and 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 its shelf broken hearts
It's told the truth and it's told some lies
It's got cracks and broken parts
It's a symphony of scars
This old guitar
Hell, I've even gone and named it
And I've cursed and blessed and blamed it
And 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 its shelf broken hearts
It's got cracks and broken parts
It's a symphony of scars
It's who I am, it's who I am
It's who I am, it's who I am
This old guitar
It's played for kings
It's 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
It's just wood and strings and steel
This old guitar
Always knows just how I feel
This old guitar
It's seen its shelf broken hearts
It's got cracks and broken parts
It's a symphony of scars
It's a symphony of scars
It's a symphony of scars
