John Prine - This Guitar Is For Sale lyrics

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