She was hiding in the closet
When my wife walked out on me
She was hanging on my shoulder
When I moved to Tennessee
She's been whiskey stained and stepped on
But she's always served me well
If you could cope her into talking
All the stories she could tell
Other arms have tried to hold her
In the hundred different bars
She's been asked around and picked on
And her body's got some scars
She's been placed behind the front seat
Of too many people's cars
I'll pick her up and take her home
And treat her like a star
Yes, I will now
So sing a song you know
She loves to play along
She'll put music in your heart
With her song
Ah, let's play
Now her once girlish figure
Is starting to show some age
Lots of lines and scratches
Where my searching fingers played
But when I hold her to my body, Lord
I feel I own the world
To me she's more than wood and strings
She's my Gibson girl
So sing a song you know
She loves to play along
She'll put music in your heart
With her song