C Am C Am

C Am
This guitar only sings the way I play it,

C Am
It’s part of me, just like another arm

F G
It started out as a little ukulele,

Am G C
When I was just a boy on the farm

C Am
My fingers were too lazy for piano

C Am
But I could hold a tune pretty good

F G
And I couldn’t sing a song with a trombone

Am G C
So I taught myself to play this piece of wood

Am F
But I know you are staying beside me

G C
True lovers we both feel the pain

Am F
And I’d throw this old box on the fire

G C
Before I’d ever lose you again.

Well you never did like this old guitar, did you darling?
‘Cause the guitar takes your man away from you
One day I’ll write a song for you darling,
That’ll be the very best that I can do

Will it be a song about a wild wind,
With thunderclap and flashes of blue
Or will it be a song about an angel?
It’ll never be as beautiful as you

This guitar only sings the way I play it,
It’s part of me, just like another arm
It started out as a little ukulele,
When I was just a boy on the farm

But now I am a man with a woman
The words I wanna say won’t come through
No matter where this guitar’s gonna take us
It’ll never be as beautiful as you.

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Words and Music by John Williamson
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