This Old Guitar (feat. Jeananne Goossen)

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 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 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 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 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