Flat Top Guitar

I am an old flat top guitar
 Standing in the corner
 I get picked on once in a while
 When the neighbor's kid comes over
 I used to be in a country band
 Called the Westernairs
 We played dance halls and weddings
 Even the county fair
 We played all night in those days of old
 The Tennessee waltz and Cotton-Eyed Joe
 Never been nothing that could ever compare
 To the one-night stand at the county fair
 It hurts to sit here catchin' dust
 With so much inside mе
 So I do my best to cooperate
 Whеn the neighbor's kid comes to try me
 I still remember those golden hands
 They made me wail and cry
 Feels like I'm still ringing now
 From the nights they held me high
 We played all night in those days of old
 The Tennessee Waltz and Cotton-Eyed Joe
 Never been nothing that could ever compare
 To the one-night stand at the county fair
 It was a wonderful one-night stand
 Music filled the air