His Guitar

Capo 1 C F C I spend more time with his guitar F C Than I ever did with him. Am He was on his way out G And I was on my way in. F I grew up on the stories C F Of the music that he made. C Now I follow in his footsteps G C With the Gibson that he played. C Granny said her daddy bought it F C At a pawnshop in our hometown. Am He’d play it at the rendezvous G When the weekend rolled around. F She saw my love o’ music C F And passed it down to me. C Givin’ me a chance G C To carry on his legacy. F His guitar holds a secret F Of the first chord that he strummed. C And did he sit and pick for hours C Until his fingers were numb. Am Was it just a hobby, G F Or did he wanna be a star? C These are things I wonder G C When I’m playin’ his guitar. C He dug grooves in this rosewood F C Long before I was born. Am I can almost see his fingers G By the way the neck is worn. F It’s full o’ cracks and scratches C F Steeped in memories C When I’m playin’ this old flat top G C I could feel him here with me. F His guitar holds a secret F Of the first chord that he strummed. C And did he sit and pick for hours C Until his fingers were numb Am Was it just a hobby, G F Or did he wanna be a star? C These are things I wonder G C When I’m playin’ his guitar. Am I’ve had lots of offers C But I’m quick to let ’em know F C That no amount o’ money G Can make me let it go. F This guitar holds a secret F Of the first chord that he strummed. C And did he sit and pick for hours C Until his fingers were numb. Am Was it just a hobby, G F Or did he wanna be a star? C These are things I wonder G C When I’m playin’ his guitar. C I spend more time with his guitar F C Than I ever did with him.