This Guitar

[Verse 1: Jenny Mitchell]
I sat down with my dad the other day
He told me about his old friend
He said, "This guitar will soon be no use to me
And it's something I'll gladly lend"

[Chorus: Jenny Mitchell]
"This guitar speaks the words I wish I could
And my tears are engrained in its wood
I know it's not the newest thing around
And you could buy something a whole lot better now
But you can't put a price on years of memories
Won't you play this old guitar for me?"

[Verse 2: Ron Mitchell]
I watched her eyes light up before me
When I told her the news
That my guitar would soon be hers to hold
For the strings they long to be used

[Chorus: Jenny Mitchell & Ron Mitchell, Ron Mitchell]
"This guitar speaks the words I wish I could
And my tears are engrained in its wood
I know it's not the newest thing around
And you could buy something a whole lot better now
But you can't put a price on years of memories
So won't you play this old guitar for me?"

[Bridge: Jenny Mitchell]
This guitar has seen my daddy break down and cry
It's seen welcome homes, smiles and laughs and sad goodbyes
It know every lies he's ever told, every hand he ever shook
Every regret he's ever had or every chance he ever took
And every time I pick it up and start to play
I remember his words like it was yesterday

[Chorus: Jenny Mitchell & Ron Mitchell, Ron Mitchell, Jenny Mitchell]
"This guitar speaks the words I wish I could
And my tears are engrained in its wood
I know it's not the newest thing around
And you could buy something a whole lot better now
But you can't put a price on years of memories
No, you can't put a price on years of memories
And my daddy gave this guitar to me