This Old Guitar

This old guitar will always be my best friend
The cracks on her surface but the sounds from deep within
They tell a story of a time so time so long ago
Of the days gone on by and my memories of home

She stuck by my side through the good times and the bad
And when I didn’t know where to go to next
Or when see the light ahead
The wires may be rusty the tuners slip a tad
Her neck still feels like a dream as I hold her in my hand

Grandpa passed her down to me when I was six years old
The head said CF Martin underneath his old capo
The strap it just said harper and right then we both could see
Me standing there on that stage my old guitar and me

She’s played many a small town with a couple different bands
And from theaters to the little dive bars she was always in my hand
Grandpa got to see me play the opry before he died
And as I stood up there his eyes were full of pride

Grandpa passed her down to me when I was six years old
The head said CF Martin underneath his old capo
The strap it just said harper and right then we both could see
Me standing there on that stage my old guitar and me
And now I live upon that stage my old guitar and me