This old guitar
has seen its share of things
All the years
and all the miles
echo though its strings
It’s been my friend through ups and downs
but never lost its shine
And its song has grown richer over time

This old guitar
is a lot like me
Sometimes it plays
fast and hard
or as gentle as can be
Its been loved, and bruised a bit
but it hasn’t lost its shine
And its song has grown richer over time

This old guitar
it just wants to sing
Of happiness
of sorrow
and the joy the future brings
It’ll still be here when I’m long gone
but it won’t ever lose its shine
For its song will grow much richer over time