This Guitar

Daddy played this Guitar for us Back when we were just kids Neil diamond and Elvis were some Of the songs on his list Mama taught us the words We sang we danced While he picked Sittin in that living room How we loved all those old hits On this Guitar Yeah it looks rough and a little battered But that don't seem to matter The songs still sound the same And this guitar It may seem like we need a new one A little shinier without the peg hum Or the bridge bulge it's ok This guitar has seen our family Through the tough stuff Brought us smiles and tears And big hugs I guess that's why it stays By the fire place on the wall Will always be the space For this guitar Now a Martin or a Fender You may think you need, Maybe it's a Gibson Or a nice little Takamine I don't care what anyone says They can't hold a pick To this old Ibanez That guitar still hangs on the wall To this very day. Every time I come back home I grab that old guitar play So now we dust it off, tune it up To share with kids of our own Though he may be missing his Lessons carry on in this guitar. Yeah it looks rough and a little battered But that don't seem to matter The songs still sound the same And this guitar It may seem like we need a new one A little shinier without the peg hum Or the bridge bulge it's ok This guitar has seen our family Through the tough stuff Brought us smiles and tears And big hugs I guess that's why it stays By the fireplace, on the wall, will always be the space, Every time I come home I'll look at that place And this guitar