Thirty years of sweat
Stains the neck
And that sunburst finish
Ain't hardly left
And it'll play the country
And it'll play the blues
And it'll pick you up
When you've got nothing to lose
It's my daddy's working man's guitar
Now when I was a boy
I strained my face
Tryin' pick up daddy's
Old P-bass case
And he told me, "Boy
Music is a gift worth giving
But it ain't no way for a man to make a living"
And he handed me his working man's guitar
Now you know a boy
Ain't supposed to listen
To what his daddy says
When he's on a mission
And it'd play the rock
And it'd play the roll
Up and down
Wherever I'd go
It's my daddy's working man's guitar
Now a guitar ain't but wood and wire
A box with a hole it ain't got no soul
Like a fishing pole is a stick and string
And a baseball mitt you get out each spring
Grandpa gave daddy what's he's giving me
It's just something to do to be with family
Thirty years of sweat
Stains the neck
And that sunburst finish
Ain't hardly left
Thank you daddy for this working man's guitar