Sometimes I play my 1947 Gibson LG2 with a mahogany top. We’ve been through a lot. It’s a great guitar.
When I sit with this old guitar
It’s like we’ve never been apart
My favorite songs come back to me
Sounds like home to my heart
When I sit with this old guitar
Mahogany and strings of steel
Glide beneath my fingertips
I love the way it makes me feel
Tonight I’ll sing of memories
The good times and the bad
Each lyric tells a story
Of this life I’ve had
When I sit with this old guitar
I see the scratches on its face
Like a roadmap through the past
Another time, another place
The sky is dark, the moon is full
I’ll serenade a million stars
Together like the best of friends
When I sit with this old guitar
