Guitar (For Guy Clark) - Chatham County Line

Just an old guitar swinging in the window of a five and dime

And I knew we’d be together for the rest of time

So I ran home and begged on both my knees

From my folks to set it free

There’s a feeling in this world I can’t describe

Like only the bird knows how it feels to fly

And when that guitar hit my hand

It was flying I understand

Runnin around thick as thieves

Was the story of that old guitar and me

A boy so easy inspired

By wood and glue, steel and wire

Now, I hope this old guitar remembers the song

The one that kept me holding on

Hold her right you’ll hear that sound

My old friend won’t let you down

I think back now to those younger days

Dreamed to stand in the lights of a stage

Got a closet full of worn out shoes

From doin' just what I said I’d do

For some day I will turn to dust

As sure these old strings turn to rust

And I trust my fate will bring

Another set of hands to make this old girl sing

Now, I hope this old guitar remembers the song

The one that kept me holding on

Hold her right you’ll hear that sound

My old friend won’t let you down

My old friend won’t let you down