Hank's Guitar

Last night I had a dream

That I was Hank's guitar

He held me close against his chest

And he wrote "Your Cheatin' Heart"

He drank a lot of whiskey

As he wrote down all that pain

When he sang it back to me

His tears fell on my strings

He picked me up and tuned me

And he played me all night long

He cried while he was singing

All those lonesome songs

Funny how a dream can be so real

And make you wonder who you are

Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed that I was Hank's guitar

Then he put me in my case

We got into that blue Cadillac

As we pulled out of Montgomery

I had a feeling that he wouldn't be coming back

Next thing I knew

I was given to the Country Music Hall of Fame

That's when I woke up

To the moanin' of a lonesome midnight train

He picked me up and tuned me

And he played me all night long

He cried while he was singing

All those lonesome, lonesome songs

Funny how a dream can be so real

And make you wonder who you are

Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed that I was Hank's guitar

Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed that I was Hank's guitar