This is a song I tried to post the day before Thanks giving. I had better luck this time. This tune gives thanks to an old pal of mine, and I hope, an old pal of yours.
In the old music shop up on the wall
there is an old beauty, the king of them all
Blistered and splintered it's seen two world wars
but each time you touch it it's ready for more
So shut down your laptop and wind all your clocks
Time just stands still inside this old box
It knows every song that a hobo can sing
It listens to you and the stories you bring
It's like an old bar keep just filling your glass
planning your future and watching your past
It's seen lots of good times and it's taken some knocks
There's plenty of stories inside this old box
It's swung in the cradle of dozens of hands
in little ensembles and big country bands
I'ts traveled to Europe and sung for the Queen
and sat round for years unheard and unseen
It traveled the seas and then back to our docks
Old sod and sea salt inside this old box
I know as a player I'll never be great
could have been quite the picker but I started too late
I need and old partner to help me along
and just now this partner gave up this song
So don't keep your wood and strings trapped under locks
Treasure is sleeping inside this old box