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PAUL MCINTOSH: Music

THIS OLD GUITAR

This song begun to write itself after I was shown a photograph of  a good friend's late father with his guitar. It just grew from there and took on elements from other stories . It is on my second album, "Miles Between the Places".

THIS OLD GUITAR

 

Hide and seek at Grandmas house , a closet up the stairs  

I dusted  off an old black case and pulled it out of there   

Grandma found me lookin  and a tear came to her eye  she said  

Your Daddy took some lessons once maybe you should   try  

 

I grew up with my Daddy's Gibson  it was with me every  day

I sang all  of my young boy dreams and it helped me find my way

 I played it when I fond a love I thought would never end

and one time  at a funeral for a wild young high school friend

 

 

This old guitar beats with my heart

it,s felt   the love I won and lost

And even though the time begins 

to fade  that pretty sunburst top

It still  feels  so fine to play

this old guitar of mine

 

 I  sang about the womenthe whiskey and the land

Simple songs about the stuff you have to learn first hand

Sometimes I sing about a boy whose Daddy died too young

 I swear the  guitar cry's for me  when I  come undone

 

This old guitar beats with my heart

its felt  the love I've won and lost

And even though the time begins 

to fade  that pretty sunburst top

It still feels so   fine to play

this old guitar of mine

 

Its heard me whisper , heard me yell , it helps me when there's truth to tell

I 've just never had a better friend