This Old Guitar

          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.

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| 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.