Аккорды Guy Smith - This Old Guitar

[Verse 1]
C                          F                                  C
This old guitar echoes the worn and tattered fret board of my soul
Dm                                    F                        C
We share the dents and scratches of a life that did not gently unfold
B                            F                             C
From San Francisco shorline back to our youthful southern pride
C                      F              Am
This old and I cound't part ways if I tried

[Verse 2]
C                          F                                  C
Silent six strings sat next to me at a truck stop outside of Memphis
Dm                             F                                 C
Thumb out in the pouring rain, heading for some work down in Los Banos
B                          F                                  C
We’ve charmed a few ladies, and we once charmed another man's wife
C                                  F                     Am
This old guitar knows the best and darkest moments of my life

[Chorus 1]
F                                        C
This old guitar can pull the poison from me
G                               C
We’ve sung the blues about lost loves
F                              C
I reach for it when the bottle calls
Am                                  G6add9
I can never let this old guitar get far

[Verse 3]
C                          F                                  C
This old guitar has healed the wounds left by unfaithful lovers
Dm                        F              C
We serenaded stars in the desert sky and discovered
B                               F                 C
The rhythms of my heart and the harmonies of the flesh
C                                F                    Am
Sung tales about our sullen wonderings and my eternal restlessness

[Verse 4]
C                             F                    C
We played loud and sloppy at all night parties out west
Dm                                            F                    C
We played sweet, soft, low and sweet when we laid a dear friend to rest
B                                     F                     C
Now I hear that road calling and look back on those endless miles
C                                    F              Am
I realize this old guitar and I have been one for a while

[Chorus 2]
F                               C
This old guitar knows me to the bone
G                               C
In these years I’ve never felt alone
F                              C
When its time to put me in the ground
Am                                  G6add9
Make sure this old guitar follows me down

C                          F                                  C
This old guitar echoes the worn and tattered fret board of my soul