Paroles de This Guitar Is For Sale
John Prine
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
And she got me in trouble and she won me some fights
We both came out alright
She knows all the sad songs that Hank ever wrote
Just touch her once gently and she'll take you on home
She'd tell you some stories about junkyards and jails
And a fool with a song and a dream that went wrong
This guitar is for sale
She's rode 'cross this country on freight trains and trucks
Hung around pawn shop windows when we're down on our luck
And we've been down on our luck
So please treat her kindly and keep her out of the rain
Well, it's funny you're asking I never gave her a name
But if you say she looks weary then you've 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 stuck right here with me when the ladies were gone
And the ladies are gone
But hard times and troubles been dogging our tale
So if you've got the dough, buddy, take her and go
This guitar is for sale, this guitar is for sale
InterprèteJohn Prine
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