This Guitar is For Sale

This guitar is for sale. I'll let her go cheap,
Tho' she's pretty to look at, She don't earn her keep.
She can roar like a ‘Norther,
She can weep. She can wail.
But the tunes that she plays ain't sellin' today
This guitar is for sale.

She's laid here beside me On cold winter nights.
She made me some money She's won me some fights,
We both came out all right!

She knows every sad song That Hank ever wrote.
Just touch her once gently, And she'll carry you home.
and tell you stories 'Bout freight trains and jails
And a fool with a song, And a dream that went wrong
This guitar is for sale.

She's rode 'cross this country On old pick up trucks
Hung 'round pawn shop windows
When we've been down on our luck
And we've been down on our luck!

So please treat her kindly. Keep her out of the rain.
It's funny you're askin'...I never gave her a name.
If you think she looks weary, You've been readin' our mail.
If you've got the dough, Take her and go,This guitar is for sale.

She's won me some ladies With her sweet lovin' songs
And she stayed right here with me
When the ladies were gone And the ladies are gone!

But hard times and troubles Been doggin' our trail.
If you've got the dough,Buddy, take her and go,
This guitar is for sale