This Guitar

[Intro ]
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F                        Bb                 F 
This guitar, it's been around the world and back 
       G                                  C 
It's walked the lower east side, rode the train tracks headed west 
       Dm               C            Bb       F 
It's hitched a ride to Texas, sailed down to Mexico 
       Bb                F                C             F 
It's found its way most anywhere and it's got a ways to go 
                        Bb                 F 
This guitar and all the wonders that it's seen 
       G                                  C 
It's passed out in the gutters played in palaces for kings 
       Dm        C           Bb          F 
It's serenaded ladies from Savannah to Cheyenne 
       Bb                  F                 C          F 
Some friends it makes for life and some it never sees again 
 

 
    Bb            F 
And I don't know where the song is going 
         Bb            C             F 
Yes, and I don't know how the song began 
         Bb 
Hitting highs and lows 
F 
Life, it keeps unfolding 
           G 
With each break and every bend 
           Bb                    C               F 
I'll stay strung on six strings bound until the end 

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F                          Bb                 F 
This guitar, it's done its best to make some change 
       G                                 C 
It's striking hard against the odds for all who are in needs 
       Dm                  C               Bb                F 
It's stormed the gates and barricades and marched the picket lines 
   Bb               F               C               F 
It may not make a difference but at least I know I tried 
                             Bb            F 
This guitar, they said would never make a dime 
    G                              C 
Instead it fills a jar with dollar bills from time to time 
          Dm               C              Bb              F 
Though it might make me a millionaire if fortune seeks me out 
       Bb                  F                 C          F 
That may not be the best idea but it's the thought that counts 

Bb G C 
 

 
    Bb            F 
And I don't know where the song is going 
         Bb            C             F 
Yes, and I don't know how the song began 
         Bb 
Hitting highs and lows 
F 
Life, it keeps unfolding 
           G 
With each break and every bend 
           Bb                    C               F 
I'll stay strung on six strings bound until the end 
 

 
F                       Bb               F 
This guitar, it always finds a place to play 
       G                                   C 
It's drowned in empty bar rooms, headlined on a sold-out stage 
       Dm              C                  Bb                F 
It's made some people dance and sing It's made some people cry 
    Bb                 F               C                F 
It picks a chord that hits your core before it says goodbye 
                        Bb               F 
This guitar, it's got a tale or two to tell 
       G                                  C 
It's reaching for the stars but has it's roots kept underground 
   Dm              C           Bb                  F 
A story bound for glory listen close and you will see 
       Bb             C                         F 
'Cause one day this guitar is going down in history 
       Bb           F               C            F 
Yeah, one day this guitar is going down in history 

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