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