This Guitar Is For Sale Lyrics - Bobby Bare

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 sellin' today 

This guitar is for sale. 

She lay close beside me on cold winter nights 

She's got me in trouble and she won me some fights 

We both come out all right 

She knows all the sad songs that Hank ever wrote 

Just touch her once gently and she'll take you on home 

She'll tell you some stories 'bout junk yards 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 

On 'round pawnshop windows when we're down on our luck 

We been down on our luck 

So please treat her kind, keep her out of the rain 

It's funny you're askin', I never gave her a name 

But if you say she looks weary, you been readin' our mail 

So if you got the dough buddy take her and go 

This guitar is for sale. 

She's won me some ladies with her sweet lovin' songs 

And she's stuck right here with me when the ladies were gone 

And the ladies are gone 

But hard times and trouble been doggin' our tail 

So if you got the dough buddy take her and go 

This guitar is for sale...