John Prine - This Guitar Is For Sale | Текст песни

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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


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