Working Man's Guitar

Thirty years of sweat Stains the neck And that sunburst finish Ain't hardly left And it'll play the country And it'll play the blues And it'll pick you up When you've got nothing to lose It's my daddy's working man's guitar Now when I was a boy I strained my face Tryin' pick up daddy's Old P-bass case And he told me, "Boy Music is a gift worth giving But it ain't no way for a man to make a living" And he handed me his working man's guitar Now you know a boy Ain't supposed to listen To what his daddy says When he's on a mission And it'd play the rock And it'd play the roll Up and down Wherever I'd go It's my daddy's working man's guitar Now a guitar ain't but wood and wire A box with a hole it ain't got no soul Like a fishing pole is a stick and string And a baseball mitt you get out each spring Grandpa gave daddy what's he's giving me It's just something to do to be with family Thirty years of sweat Stains the neck And that sunburst finish Ain't hardly left Thank you daddy for this working man's guitar