MY FATHER'S GUITAR

MY FATHER'S GUITAR LAY SILENT
IN THE CLOSET OF HIS HOME IN MILLER'S CREEK
HIS HANDS NO LONGER PLAYED
THE WAY THEY USED TO
I GUESS HE WAS KEEPING IT FOR ME

BACK WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER ON THE ROAD
HE TOOK IT EVERYWHERE OR SO I'M TOLD
HONKY TONKS AND BARS
OUT AMONG THE STARS
THERE NEVER WAS A SONG HE DIDN'T KNOW

MY FATHER'S GUITAR LAY SILENT
IN THE CLOSET OF HIS HOME IN MILLER'S CREEK
HIS HANDS NO LONGER PLAYED
THE WAY THEY USED TO
I GUESS HE WAS KEEPING IT FOR ME

I REMEMBER HOW IT FELT WHEN HE TOLD ME
HE ALWAYS DREAMED OF NASHVILLE TENNESSEE
WRITING COUNTRY SONGS
I KNEW IT ALL ALONG
WE SHARED MORE THAN JUST OUR FAMILY TREE

MY FATHER'S GUITAR LAY SILENT
IN THE CLOSET OF HIS HOME IN MILLER'S CREEK
HIS HANDS NO LONGER PLAYED
THE WAY THEY USED TO
I GUESS HE WAS KEEPING IT FOR ME

HE CALLED HIMSELF A ROUNDER ALL HIS LIFE
HE MADE A FEW MISTAKES BUT SAW THE LIGHT
AS THE STORY GOES
AND A FEW OF YOU MAY KNOW
I'M ONE OF HIS MISTAKES
THAT HE MADE RIGHT

MY FATHER'S GUITAR LAY SILENT
IN THE CLOSET OF HIS HOME IN MILLER'S CREEK
HIS HANDS NO LONGER PLAYED
THE WAY THEY USED TO
I GUESS HE WAS KEEPING IT FOR ME

MY FATHER'S GUITAR LAY SILENT
I GUESS HE WAS KEEPING IT FOR ME

WRITERS: ROCKIE LYNNE, BYRON HILL
2022 CAROLINA BLUE SKY MUSIC (BMI), BYRON HILL MUSIC (ASCAP)