Blue Guitar

Got a brand new Taylor sittin’ in its case,

Haven’t picked it up since the day you left me.

And I still miss you.

Got a worn out Martin I use on the stage,

The one I used to write with everyday.

But it doesn’t feel right in my hands,

Some guitars they don’t understand the blues.

When I’m feeling sad,

When I’m looking back,

I take out that old blue guitar.

Its got a belt buckle scratch on its back.

Three-year old strings and worn out frets.

Though I have to tune it constantly,

It’s the only place I found a melody.

It’s close to the hollow sound of pure lonely.

When I’m feeling sad,

When I’m looking back,

I take out that old blue guitar.

I guess it knows how it feels,

To feel this alone,

‘Cause my heart’s overflowing,

As it fills up this song.