I was playing guitar in a crowded bar
She was the prettiest gal in that bar by far
Her lips were on my ear and she whispered to me
She said, "I watch you play and my knees get weak"
That was years ago and I don't keep score
But this old guitar don't work no more
Them early days were steamy and hot
We did it everywhere but we never got caught
And every night she'd come to see me play
Then we'd tumble and tussle 'til the break of day
Them crazy days are long gone for sure
And now this old guitar don't work no more
Old guitars are like trucks and wine
They should just get better in the arms of time
Why it is, well I'm not quite sure
But this old guitar don't work no more
This old guitar is still a good old friend
I pick it up every now and then
I sing songs of love but they're all in vain
She just glares at me like I've gone insane
She wants to know if I've done my chores
I guess this old guitar don't work no more
