This Guitar Paroles

It's passed out in the gutters played in palaces for kings
It's serenaded ladies from Savannah to Cheyenne
Some friends it makes for life and some it never sees again

And I don't know where the song is going
Yes, and I don't know how the song began
Hitting highs and lows
Life, it keeps unfolding
With each break and every bend
I'll stay strung on six strings bound until the end

This guitar, it's done its best to make some change
It's striking hard against the odds for all who are in needs
It's stormed the gates and barricades and marched the picket lines
It may not make a difference but at least I know I tried

This guitar, they said would never make a dime
Instead it fills a jar with dollar bills from time to time
Though it might make me a millionaire if fortune seeks me out
That may not be the best idea but it's the thought that counts Life, it keeps unfolding
With each break and every bend
I'll stay strung on six strings bound until the end

This guitar, it always finds a place to play
It's drowned in empty bar rooms, headlined on a sold-out stage
It's made some people dance and sing
It's made some people cry
It picks a chord that hits your core before it says goodbye

This guitar, it's got a tale or two to tell
It's reaching for the stars but has it's roots kept underground
A story bound for glory listen close and you will see
'Cause one day this guitar is going down in history
Yeah, one day this guitar is going down in history