This Guitar Is For Sale

John Prine

Transposer:

This is a rather basic version of the song I figured it out myself after hearing the song. The original lyrics are a Shel Silverstein poem and the song is from a tribute album that was made shortly following Shels death. *capo on second fret* This guitar is for sale. I’ll let her go cheap          Tho’ she’s pretty to look at   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 ain’t sellin’ today This guitar is for sale. She’s laid here beside me On cold winter nights. She’s got me in trouble She’s won me some fights  N.C We both came out all right!   She knows every sad song That Hank ever wrote.           Just touch her once gently   And she’ll take you on home. She’ll tell you sad stories   ’Bout junk yards and jails              And a fool with a song   And a love that’s gone wrong. This guitar is for sale. She’s rode ’cross this country On freight trains and trucks Hung ’round pawn shop windows When we’ve been down on our luck  N.C And we’ve been down on our luck! So please treat her kindly. Keep her out of the rain.           It’s funny you’re askin’... I never gave her a name. If you think she looks weary   You’ve been readin’ our mail.           If you’ve got the dough   Take her and go This guitar is for sale. She’s won me some ladies With her sweet lovin’ songs And she stayed right here with me   When the ladies were gone.  N.C And the ladies are gone! But hard times and troubles   Been doggin’ our tale.          If you’ve got the dough Buddy take her and go This guitar is for sale.

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