This Old Guitar

Duration

4:35

Description

Lyrics

This old guitar was a gift from my granny when I was 4 years old She passed away about one year later when the good lord took her soul Well she passed along a love for the music and the singing of a gospel song But I’d sit down in that front seat with and listen to an old tape of George Jones I couldn’t put it down if I tried Chorus Now I’m flying down a back road, full of potholes, running about a hundred and ten Yeah, I’m headed to the bar to sing some drinkin’ songs with my good timing, rowdy friends But baby don’t you worry if I get home late, we’re under the same old stars I’m just trying to make a living from the loving and the sinning, Me and this old Guitar Now this pen and pad is some of my best work, and sweat from my own brow And this old guitar’s played for empty rooms, and rough and rowdy crowds And that hot summer sun is beating me down when I’m working out in the dirt But when the sun goes down, and they’re heading to town to watch me and this guitar work Chorus Now I’m flying down a back road, full of potholes, running about a hundred and ten Headed to the bar to sing some drinking songs with my good timing, rowdy friends But baby don’t you worry if I get home late, we’re under the same old stars I’m just trying to make a living from the loving and the sinning, me and my old guitar There’s not a day that I don’t pray That I’m flying down a back road, full of potholes, and listening to the radio I’m singing along to those old Hank songs and I’m on my way to the show But baby don’t you worry when we get home late, and we’re laying underneath the stars I’m just thankful of the living, and for all the things he’s given I said I’m proud of the living, thank the lord for all he’s given, me and my old guitar