That Old Guitar
By Joey Craig
I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, as thought of you fill my head
As I start my day again
And this old house just aint the same, without your brightly burning flame
That shined so long ago back then
Every now and then I remember when
Every Time I See That Old Guitar, I wonder where you are, and if you made it through
And I just have to pick it up and play, that old song I wrote that day, when I first saw those eyes of blue
Yeah every time I see that Old Guitar, It reminds me of me and you
(Solo)
Every Time I See That Old Guitar, I wonder where you are, and if you made it through
And I just have to pick it up and play, that old song I wrote that day, when I first saw those eyes of blue
Yeah every time I see that Old Guitar, It reminds me of me and you
Yeah every time I see that Old Guitar, It reminds me of me and you…