2 acessos
G This old guitar D Seen dusty roads and smoky bars, Em The back seats of all My old cars, D City lights and southern stars. G This old guitar D It's told the truth it's told some lies. Em Sometimes it sings, sometimes it cries. D It's who I am, it's My disguise. C This old guitar Em D G It's just wood and strings and steel. G/B C This old guitar Em D Always knows just how I feel. C This old guitar Em D G It's seen it's share of broken hearts, Em D It's got cracks and broken parts, Em D C It's a symphony.... of scars. G This old guitar... D Hell, I've even gone and named it, Em I have cursed and blessed and blamed it. D Still My fingers have not tamed it. G This old guitar D Guess You could say We show Our ages Em From all the songs and whiskey rages, D Crazy stages, final pages. C This old guitar Em D G It's just wood and strings and steel. G/B C This old guitar, Em D Always knows just how I feel. C This old guitar Em D G It's seen it's share of broken hearts, Em D It's got cracks and broken parts, Em D C It's a symphony..... of scars. | G | Em D C C | | C C Em D | C | G This old guitar D Has played for kings and played for paupers Em It's all the gold here in My coffers. D Still I can't give it all it offers. C This old guitar Em D G It's just wood and strings and steel. G/B C This old guitar Em D Always knows just how I feel. C This old guitar Em D G It's seen it's share of broken hearts, Em D It's got cracks and broken parts, Em D C It's a symphony.... of scars.