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
She's got me in trouble
And she won me some fights
We both come out all right
She knows all the sad songs
That Hank ever wrote
Just touch her once gently
And she'll take you on home
She'll tell you some stories
About junk yards and jails
And a fool with a song
And a dream that went wrong
This guitar is for sale
She's rode across this country
On freight trains and trucks
On around pawnshop windows
When we're down on our luck
We been down on our luck
So please treat her kind
Keep her out of the rain
It's funny you're asking
I never gave her a name
But if you say she looks weary
You 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's stuck right here with me
When the ladies were gone
And the ladies are gone
But hard times and trouble
Been dogging our tail
So if you've got the dough
Buddy take her and go
This guitar is for sale