Written in early 2009 from a chance meeting with a vintage guitar collector.
They say it belonged to a bluesman
Back in New Orleans
It ended up in a pawn shop in
Haight Ashbury
Dusty and unrecognized
until he came along
The scratches in the wood grain
remember every song
He brought it back to life and traced the history
well if only that guitar could talk
about the places it has seen
And I can hear the sound of Benn's guitar
telling me stories
and taking me to another place and time
Leaving my troubles behind
It was kept in a Nashville studio
For when Hank came in to sing
A rosewood Martin with a red spruce top
Still sounds like a dream
And in Hank's hands the lonesome sounds
of your cheating heart
rang into that microphone
and tore it all apart
Chorus
Thank you so much.
EnoSongs 1 year ago