If My Guitar Could Talk Verse 1 If my guitar could talk, I bet he’d have his say, ‘Bout ridin’ rusty boxcars just to make another stage. Sleepin’ on the ground beneath a blanket full of stars, Leanin’ by the jukebox in those smoke-filled country bars. Yeah, he’d tell the honest truth… ‘Cause I’ve been livin’ it too. Verse 2 He’d talk about the one-night bands And songs that paid in beer, The promises I made that never lasted through the year. Every time I’d swear this run would be my last, I’d hear another phone call and be gone before it passed. Yeah, if that old six-string sang, It’d know the blues by name. Chorus He’d say, Why, oh why, Do you keep singin’ these same old songs? Why, oh why, Do you keep draggin’ this old guitar along? It’s a hard life chasin’ every dream you choose… When you’re livin’ the blues. Verse 3 If my guitar could talk, He’d tell on me again, About Memphis after midnight and New Orleans in the rain. He’d laugh about the hurricanes that rattled every door, And nights the wind kept howlin’ till we couldn’t play no more. Yeah, he’d tell the honest truth… ‘Cause I’ve been livin’ it too. [Guitar Solo matches melody] Verse 4 He’d talk about Birmingham, Those trailers on the hill, Every time he’d catch me reachin’ for another long-neck still. Wake up with my head against a bag of melting ice, Promise I’d get straight this time and finally change my life. Yeah, if that old six-string sang, It’d know the blues by name. Chorus He’d say, Why, oh why, Do you keep singin’ these same old songs? Why, oh why, Do you keep draggin’ this old guitar along? It’s a hard life chasin’ every dream you choose… When you’re livin’ the blues. Outro Yeah, it’s a hard life, that’s the truth… Livin’ the blues.
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