This old guitar ain't mine to keep. Just taking care of it now. It's been around for years and years. Just waiting in its old case. It's been up and down the country roads. It's brought a tear and a smile. It's seen its share of dreams and hopes. And never went out of style. The more I play it the better it sounds. It cries when I leave it alone. Silently it waits for me. Or someone else I suppose. This old guitar. This old guitar. This old guitar. This old guitar has caught some breaks. But it never searched for gold. It can't be blamed for my mistakes. It only does what it's told. It's been a messenger in times of trouble. In times of hope and fear. When I get drunk and seeing double. It jumps behind the wheel and steers. This old guitar ain't mine to keep. It's mine to play for a while. This old guitar ain't mine to keep. It's only mine for a while. This old guitar. This old guitar. This old guitar. This old guitar. This old guitar. This old guitar. This old guitar