This Guitar Is for Sale
This guitar is for sale
I'll let her go cheap
She's pretty to look at
But she don't earn her keep
She can roar like the west wind
She can weep, she can wail
But the tunes that she plays just ain't sellin' today
This guitar is for sale
She lay close beside me on cold winter nights
She's got me in trouble and she won me some fights
We both come out all right
She knows all the sad songs that Hank ever wrote
Just touch her once gently and she'll take you on home
She'll tell you some stories, 'bout junkyards 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 freight trains and trucks
On 'round pawnshop windows
When we're down on our luck
We been down on our luck
So please treat her kind
Keep her out of the rain
It's funny you're askin'
I never gave her a name
But if you say she looks weary
You been readin' our mail
So if you got the dough buddy take her and go
This guitar is for sale
She's won me some ladies
With her sweet lovin' songs
And she's stuck right here with me
When the ladies were gone
And the ladies are gone
But hard times and trouble
Been doggin' our tail
So if you've got the dough buddy take her and go
This guitar is for sale
I'll let her go cheap
She's pretty to look at
But she don't earn her keep
She can roar like the west wind
She can weep, she can wail
But the tunes that she plays just ain't sellin' today
This guitar is for sale
She lay close beside me on cold winter nights
She's got me in trouble and she won me some fights
We both come out all right
She knows all the sad songs that Hank ever wrote
Just touch her once gently and she'll take you on home
She'll tell you some stories, 'bout junkyards 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 freight trains and trucks
On 'round pawnshop windows
When we're down on our luck
We been down on our luck
So please treat her kind
Keep her out of the rain
It's funny you're askin'
I never gave her a name
But if you say she looks weary
You been readin' our mail
So if you got the dough buddy take her and go
This guitar is for sale
She's won me some ladies
With her sweet lovin' songs
And she's stuck right here with me
When the ladies were gone
And the ladies are gone
But hard times and trouble
Been doggin' our tail
So if you've got the dough buddy take her and go
This guitar is for sale
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Writer(s): Fred Koller, Shel Silverstein
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