this guitar it s been around the world and back it s walked the lower east side rode the train tracks headed west it s hitched a ride to texas sailed down to mexico it s found its way most anywhere and it s got a ways to go this guitar and all the wonders that it s seen it s passed out in the gutters played in palaces for kings it s serenaded ladies from savannah to cheyenne some friends it makes for life and some it never sees again and i don t know where the song is going yes and i don t know how the song began hitting highs and lows life it keeps unfolding with each break and every bend i ll stay strung on six strings bound until the end this guitar it s done its best to make some change it s striking hard against the odds for all who are in needs it s stormed the gates and barricades and marched the picket lines it may not make a difference but at least i know i tried this guitar they said would never make a dime instead it fills a jar with dollar bills from time to time though it might make me a millionaire if fortune seeks me out that may not be the best idea but it s the thought that counts and i don t know where the song is going yes and i don t know how the song began hitting highs and lows life it keeps unfolding with each break and every bend i ll stay strung on six strings bound until the end  this guitar it always finds a place to play it s drowned in empty bar rooms headlined on a sold out stage it s made some people dance and sing it s made some people cry it picks a chord that hits your core before it says goodbye this guitar it s got a tale or two to tell it s reaching for the stars but has it s roots kept underground a story bound for glory listen close and you will see cause one day this guitar is going down in history yeah one day this guitar is going down in history