Lyrics This Old Guitar - Nashville Cast, Jeananne Goossen

This Old Guitar

This old guitar, seen dusty roads and smoky bars
The back seats of all my old cars, city lights and southern stars
This old guitar, it’s told the truth, it’s told some lies
Sometimes it sings, sometimes it it cries
It’s who I am, it’s my disguise
This old guitar, it’s just wood and strings and steel
This old guitar, always knows just how I feel
This old guitar, it’s seen it’s share of broken hearts
It’s got cracks and broken parts
It’s a symphony… of scars
This old guitar…
Hell, I’ve even gone and named it
I have cursed and blessed and blamed it
Still my fingers have not tamed it
This old guitar, guess you could say we show our ages
From all the songs and whiskey rages
Crazy stages, final pages
This old guitar, it’s wood and strings and steel
This old guitar, always knows just how I feel
This old guitar, it’s seen it’s share of broken hearts
It’s got cracks and broken parts
It’s a symphony… of scars
This old guitar
This old guitar, has played for kings and played for paupers
It’s all the gold here in my coffers
Still I can’t give it all it offers
This old guitar, it’s wood and strings and steel
This old guitar, always knows just how I feel
This old guitar, it’s seen it’s share of broken hearts
It’s got cracks and broken parts
It’s a symphony… of scars
This old guitar