This Guitar Is for Sale

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 junkyards 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've got the dough buddy take her and go
 This guitar is for sale