This Old Guitar - Nashville Cast, Jeananne Goossen

This old guitar, seen dusty roads and smoky bars

The back seats of all my old cars, city lights and southern stars

This old guitar, it’s told the truth, it’s told some lies

Sometimes it sings, sometimes it it cries

It’s who I am, it’s my disguise

This old guitar, it’s just wood and strings and steel

This old guitar, always knows just how I feel

This old guitar, it’s seen it’s share of broken hearts

It’s got cracks and broken parts

It’s a symphony… of scars

This old guitar…

Hell, I’ve even gone and named it

I have cursed and blessed and blamed it

Still my fingers have not tamed it

This old guitar, guess you could say we show our ages

From all the songs and whiskey rages

Crazy stages, final pages

This old guitar, it’s wood and strings and steel

This old guitar, always knows just how I feel

This old guitar, it’s seen it’s share of broken hearts

It’s got cracks and broken parts

It’s a symphony… of scars

This old guitar

This old guitar, has played for kings and played for paupers

It’s all the gold here in my coffers

Still I can’t give it all it offers

This old guitar, it’s wood and strings and steel

This old guitar, always knows just how I feel

This old guitar, it’s seen it’s share of broken hearts

It’s got cracks and broken parts

It’s a symphony… of scars

This old guitar