[Verse 1]
I spend more time with his guitar
Than I ever did with him.
He was on his way out
And I was on my way in.
I grew up on the stories
Of the music that he made.
Now I follow in his footsteps
With the Gibson that he played.
Granny said her daddy bought it
At a pawnshop in our hometown.
He’d play it at the rendezvous
When the weekend rolled around.
She saw my love o’ music
And passed it down to me.
Givin’ me a chance
To carry on his legacy.
[Chorus]
His guitar holds a secret
Of the first chord that he strummed.
And did he sit and pick for hours
Until his fingers were numb.
Was it just a hobby,
Or did he wanna be a star?
These are things I wonder
When I’m playin’ his guitar.
[Verse 2]
He *lyrics* in this rosewood
Long before I was born.
I can almost see his fingers
By the way the neck is worn.
It’s full o’ cracks and scratches
Steepenin’ the *lyrics.*
When I’m playin’ this old flat top
I could feel him here with me.
[Chorus]
His guitar holds a secret
Of the first chord that he strummed.
And did he sit and pick for hours
Until his fingers were numb.
Was it just a hobby,
Or did he wanna be a star?
These are things I wonder
When I’m playin’ his guitar.
[Bridge]
I’ve had lots of offers
But I’m quick to let ’em know
That no amount o’ money
Can make me let it go.
[Chorus]
This guitar holds a secret
Of the first chord that he strummed.
And did he sit and pick for hours
Until his fingers were numb.
Was it just a hobby,
Or did he wanna be a star?
These are things I wonder
When I’m playin’ his guitar.
I spend more time with his guitar
Than I ever did with him.
