Lyrics Guitar (For Guy Clark) - Chatham County Line

Guitar (For Guy Clark)

Just an old guitar swinging in the window of a five and dime
And I knew we’d be together for the rest of time
So I ran home and begged on both my knees
From my folks to set it free
There’s a feeling in this world I can’t describe
Like only the bird knows how it feels to fly
And when that guitar hit my hand
It was flying I understand
Runnin around thick as thieves
Was the story of that old guitar and me
A boy so easy inspired
By wood and glue, steel and wire
Now, I hope this old guitar remembers the song
The one that kept me holding on
Hold her right you’ll hear that sound
My old friend won’t let you down
I think back now to those younger days
Dreamed to stand in the lights of a stage
Got a closet full of worn out shoes
From doin' just what I said I’d do
For some day I will turn to dust
As sure these old strings turn to rust
And I trust my fate will bring
Another set of hands to make this old girl sing
Now, I hope this old guitar remembers the song
The one that kept me holding on
Hold her right you’ll hear that sound
My old friend won’t let you down
My old friend won’t let you down