| This guitar only sings the way I play it | 
| It’s part of me, just like another arm | 
| It started out as a little ukulele | 
| When I was just a boy on the farm | 
| My fingers were too lazy for piano | 
| But I could hold a tune pretty good | 
| And I couldn’t sing a song with a trombone | 
| So I taught myself to play this piece of wood | 
| But I know you are staying beside me | 
| True lovers we both feel the pain | 
| And I’d throw this old box on the fire | 
| Before I’d ever lose you again | 
| Well you never did like this old guitar, did you darling? | 
| 'Cause the guitar takes your man away from you | 
| One day I’ll write a song for you darling | 
| That’ll be the very best that I can do | 
| Will it be a song about a wild wind | 
| With a thunderclap and flashes of blue | 
| Or will it be a song about an angel? | 
| It’ll never be as beautiful as you | 
| But I know you are staying beside me | 
| True lovers we both feel the pain | 
| And I’d throw this old box on the fire | 
| Before I’d ever lose you again | 
| This guitar only sings the way I play it | 
| It’s part of me, just like another arm | 
| It started out as a little ukulele | 
| When I was just a boy on the farm | 
| But now I am a man with a woman | 
| The words I wanna say won’t come through | 
| No matter where this guitar’s gonna take us | 
| It’ll never be as beautiful as you |