It was a broken down old thing
Tuners couldn't hold a key
Had scratched off paint and rusty strings
It still played brand new to me
When it aged it sure went slow
Guess the time took its toll
And the wood creaked from being so old
Lived a life of stories untold
And I wonder
How that music came to be
Full of happiness and grief
And now there's nothing there
And I wonder
If they hear the melody
Full of happiness and grief
And now there's nothing there
I saw the fire way too late
Watched my guitar burn away
And I was praying for some rain
As it was faced with bitter pain
Such is life as a survivor
Of the only thing we can't avoid
So
And I wonder
How that music came to be
Full of happiness and grief
And now there's nothing there
And I wonder
If they hear the melody
Full of happiness and grief
And now there's nothing there
And I wonder
If you'll ever understand
'Cause that guitar was my old man
And now there's nothing there
And I wonder
If I'll ever stand a chance
'Cause that guitar was my old man
And now there's nothing there
And now there's nothing there
And now there's nothing there
And now there's nothing there
And now there's nothing there
And now there's nothing there
And now there's nothing there
And now there's nothing there
And now there's nothing there