This old guitar could have been a star
Could have travelled far but it stayed with me
Came all the way from the USA
One far off day to play with me
Chorus:
I could never make it sing the way it should
Its voice remained a prisoner in the wood
But I wrote some songs and I did the best I could
For me and the old guitar
I’ve loved and lost – I’ve paid the cost
Felt winter’s frost – on a summer’s day
One friend I found – never let me down
Always hung around – never walked away
Chorus
Bridge:
There’s a place I love called do what you can do
Be who you can be to be free
Time has no dominion – there is no land or sea
That’s the place for my guitar and me
This old guitar – could have been a star
In different hands – in famous bands
Heard people say – whatever comes your way
And seems to stay – is destiny
