A long long time ago in a South Texas hotel lounge a near stranger gave a young boy a guitar to play.....saying 'its yours as long as you play it but as soon as you tire of it call me and I will come get it back'.....I have had that same guitar for 40 years now....never wrote the old girl a song till now.....she deserves this.
true story ~ John
This old Guitar
©J.Kenney
5/31/12
she sits around and waits
as I fumble through the day ~ for the touch of my hand
she's been with me for so long
when I'm weak and when I'm strong ~ never misunderstands
where would I be without her sound
things I've only said when there was no one else was around
on the road from where we come
all I've seen and all I've done ~ I could tell you some tales
there were times of touch and go
how we made it heaven knows nearly tipping the scales
where would I be without her sound
things I've only said when no one else was around
(lead)
where would I be without her sound
things I only said when no one else was around