This Guitar Is For Sale

This guitar is for sale, I'll let her go cheap

She's pretty to look at but she don't earn her keep

She can roar like the west wind, she can weep, she can wail

But the tunes that she plays just ain't selling today

This guitar is for sale

She lay close beside me on cold winter nights

And she got me in trouble and she won me some fights

We both came out alright

She knows all the sad songs that Hank ever wrote

Just touch her once gently and she'll take you on home

She'd tell you some stories about junkyards and jails

And a fool with a song and a dream that went wrong

This guitar is for sale

She's rode 'cross this country on freight trains and trucks

Hung around pawn shop windows when we're down on our luck

And we've been down on our luck

So please treat her kindly and keep her out of the rain

Well, it's funny you're asking I never gave her a name

But if you say she looks weary then you've been reading our mail

So if you've got the dough, buddy, take her and go

This guitar is for sale

She's won me some ladies with her sweet loving songs

And she stuck right here with me when the ladies were gone

And the ladies are gone

But hard times and troubles been dogging our tale

So if you've got the dough, buddy, take her and go

This guitar is for sale, this guitar is for sale