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