This Old Guitar

C F C This old guitar echoes the worn and tattered fret board of my soul Dm F C We share the dents and scratches of a life that did not gently unfold B F C From San Francisco shorline back to our youthful southern pride C F Am This old and I cound't part ways if I tried C F C Silent six strings sat next to me at a truck stop outside of Memphis Dm F C Thumb out in the pouring rain, heading for some work down in Los Banos B F C We’ve charmed a few ladies, and we once charmed another man's wife C F Am This old guitar knows the best and darkest moments of my life F C This old guitar can pull the poison from me G C We’ve sung the blues about lost loves F C I reach for it when the bottle calls Am G6add9 I can never let this old guitar get far C F C This old guitar has healed the wounds left by unfaithful lovers Dm F C We serenaded stars in the desert sky and discovered B F C The rhythms of my heart and the harmonies of the flesh C F Am Sung tales about our sullen wonderings and my eternal restlessness C F C We played loud and sloppy at all night parties out west Dm F C We played sweet, soft, low and sweet when we laid a dear friend to rest B F C Now I hear that road calling and look back on those endless miles C F Am I realize this old guitar and I have been one for a while F C This old guitar knows me to the bone G C In these years I’ve never felt alone F C When its time to put me in the ground Am G6add9 Make sure this old guitar follows me down C F C This old guitar echoes the worn and tattered fret board of my soul