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This Guitar

This guitar it’s been around the world and back.

It’s walked the Lower East Side, rode the train tracks headed west.

It’s hitched a ride to Texas sailed on down to Mexico.

It’s found its way most anywhere and it’s got a way to go.

This guitar and all the wonders that it’s seen.

It’s passed out in the gutters, played in palaces for kings.

It’s serenaded ladies from Savanah to Cheyenne.

Some friends it makes for life and some it never sees again.

And I don’t know where the song is going, yes and I don’t know how the song began.

Hittin’ highs and lows life it keeps unfoldin’.

With each break and every bend, I’ll stay strung on six strings, bound until the end.

This guitar it’s done it’s best to make some change.

It’s striking hard against the odds for all who are in need.

It’s stormed the gates ad barricades and marched the picket lines.

It may not make a difference, but at least I know I tried.

This guitar they said would never make a dime,

instead it fills a jar with dollar bills from time to time.

Though it might make me a millionaire if fortune seeks me out.

It may not be the best idea but it’s the thought that counts.

And I don’t know where the song is going, yes and I don’t know how the song began.

Hittin’ highs and lows life it keeps unfoldin’.

With each break and every bend, I’ll stay strung on six strings, bound until the end.

This guitar it always finds a place to play.

It’s drowned in empty barrooms, headlined on a sold-out stage.

It’ s made some people dance and sing, it’s made some people cry.

It picks a chord that hits your core before it says goodbye.

This guitar it’s got a tale or two to tell.

it’s reachin’ for the stars but has its roots kept underground.

A story bound for glory listen close and you will see, ‘cause one day this guitar is goin’ down in history.

Yeah, one day this guitar is goin’ down in history.