Lyrics Your Guitar - Richard Shindell

Your Guitar

Your guitar has travelled far
All the way from California
In a big brown box, on an airplane
Way down to Patagonia
So far south, she’s never been
A change of season and a cold desert wind
She must be wondering what kind of trouble she’s in
But just look at her — she’s beautiful
And her face shines with its own light
No longer young — she’s seen her years
I can see that you loved her truly
As she loved you and stayed by your side
A constant voice all through your life
All her sweetspots making you sigh
My stranger’s touch — she is skittish still
So I start out taking it slowly
The familiar tunes to take her back
First up The Red River Valley
To let her know that she’s not alone
That I know something about leaving a home
We settle down in Shenandoah
And the wide Missouri
Flows out of your guitar
Your guitar has travelled far
All the way from California