I got it after he was gone
stringless and forgotten
I've picked at it for so long
writing songs of the downtrodden
Lord knows that he probably paid
a fraction of the price
not knowing history its played
without expert advice
My grandfathers guitar
its a National
it might need some work
its action is sub-par
blood stains and dirt
price is irrational
Id rather give my soul
theres no way in hell. . .
I would ever sell.
It is my only heirloom
found by accident
inside of a trashed room
given known Id relish it
Its still worth more than the sake
of what most think is right
and the tens of thousands it would take
is still not worth the price
My grandfathers guitar
its a National
it might need some work
its action is sub-par
blood stains and dirt
price is irrational
Id rather give my soul
theres no way in hell. . .
I would ever sell.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
I got it after he was gone
stringless and forgotten
I've picked at it for so long
writing songs of the downtrodden
Lord knows that he probably paid
a fraction of the price
not knowing history its played
without expert advice
My grandfathers guitar
its a National
it might need some work
its action is sub-par
blood stains and dirt
price is irrational
Id rather give my soul
theres no way in hell. . .
I would ever sell.
It is my only heirloom
found by accident
inside of a trashed room
given known Id relish it
Its still worth more than the sake
of what most think is right
and the tens of thousands it would take
is still not worth the price
My grandfathers guitar
its a National
it might need some work
its action is sub-par
blood stains and dirt
price is irrational
Id rather give my soul
theres no way in hell. . .
I would ever sell.
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