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This old guitar
He said he had it Back when
he was just a little kid.
Way back in 56
This old guitar..
Yeah I was given to
by the toughest man
I almost never knew
Cuz he put up with the struggles
and alone raised up his rebel son
Ya my dear ol onery dad
was the only kid
grandpa had
Oh this ol guitar
it just does
some-thing To me
cracks me open
like an ice cold
Bud light
N I starting pouring out
all the things on tap ,
that I feel inside
It sure has a funny way
somehow of fixing me
Just by hearing its sweet melody
With out a choice
It cuts out the Echoes in my mind
Gives a stronger voice
to a story like grandpa's
And this crazy life of mine
I'm positive
there is no doubt
Without Him
Id ever make it this far
Ohhh and this ol guitar
Just about a week or two
before his time on earth was through
He spent the last few breaths he had,
making sure it got through to me
before he passed,
Exactly what it meant to him
The boots I had to fill
& The legacy
I was gonna have to live up too
With him gone too soon
I just turned 16
when he said let's pray
It's time for you to say
Goodbye to me,
Now I wear with pride
the honor of his memory,
But most of all
& more Importantly,
He blessed me with
my own saving grace
My lifes greatest tool
Cuz it kept me from being
the helpless fool
my grandDaddy knew
I was bound To turn into
Yeahhhhh
This olllll guitar....
it just does
some-thing To me
cracks me open
like an ice cold
Bud light
N I starting pouring out
all the things on tap ,
that I feel inside
It sure has a funny way
somehow of fixing me
Just by hearing its sweet melody
With out a choice
It cuts out the Echoes
in my mind
Gives a stronger voice
to a story like grandpa's
And this crazy life of mine
I'm positive
there is no doubt
Without Him
Id ever make it this far
Ohhh and this ol guitar
So he set a course
for me
N said All I'd have to do
is believe
In God and myself
And the value of family
He made me promise him ,
On that heartbreaking
Soul searching ,
day way back then
I'd carry out the rest
of my 4 quarter time ,
never being too scared
To stand & claim
That I'm my own man
Yeah here's to this ol guitar
And to grand pa
I promise ill always be the first
To rise up and answer the call
I vow to be the man
you said you could see
after all there's a whole lot
of you in me
So i pray before i see you again
That I become At least
half the man you are
Till then I'll Always have
your old guitar
Yeaaaahhh
This olllll guitar....
it just does
some-thing To me
cracks me open
like an ice cold
Bud light
N I starting pouring out
all the things on my hearts tap ,
that I feel inside
It sure has a funny way
somehow of fixing me
Just by strumming
it's sweet melody
With out a choice
It cuts out the Echoes
in my mind
Gives a stronger voice
to a story like grandpa's
And this crazy life of mine
I'm positive
there is no doubt
Without Him
Id ever make it this far
Ohhh and this ol guitar
Ya This ol guitar
He said he had it
Back when he was just a little kid.
Way back in 56
he was just a little kid.
Way back in 56
This old guitar..
Yeah I was given to
by the toughest man
I almost never knew
Cuz he put up with the struggles
and alone raised up his rebel son
Ya my dear ol onery dad
was the only kid
grandpa had
Oh this ol guitar
it just does
some-thing To me
cracks me open
like an ice cold
Bud light
N I starting pouring out
all the things on tap ,
that I feel inside
It sure has a funny way
somehow of fixing me
Just by hearing its sweet melody
With out a choice
It cuts out the Echoes in my mind
Gives a stronger voice
to a story like grandpa's
And this crazy life of mine
I'm positive
there is no doubt
Without Him
Id ever make it this far
Ohhh and this ol guitar
Just about a week or two
before his time on earth was through
He spent the last few breaths he had,
making sure it got through to me
before he passed,
Exactly what it meant to him
The boots I had to fill
& The legacy
I was gonna have to live up too
With him gone too soon
I just turned 16
when he said let's pray
It's time for you to say
Goodbye to me,
Now I wear with pride
the honor of his memory,
But most of all
& more Importantly,
He blessed me with
my own saving grace
My lifes greatest tool
Cuz it kept me from being
the helpless fool
my grandDaddy knew
I was bound To turn into
Yeahhhhh
This olllll guitar....
it just does
some-thing To me
cracks me open
like an ice cold
Bud light
N I starting pouring out
all the things on tap ,
that I feel inside
It sure has a funny way
somehow of fixing me
Just by hearing its sweet melody
With out a choice
It cuts out the Echoes
in my mind
Gives a stronger voice
to a story like grandpa's
And this crazy life of mine
I'm positive
there is no doubt
Without Him
Id ever make it this far
Ohhh and this ol guitar
So he set a course
for me
N said All I'd have to do
is believe
In God and myself
And the value of family
He made me promise him ,
On that heartbreaking
Soul searching ,
day way back then
I'd carry out the rest
of my 4 quarter time ,
never being too scared
To stand & claim
That I'm my own man
Yeah here's to this ol guitar
And to grand pa
I promise ill always be the first
To rise up and answer the call
I vow to be the man
you said you could see
after all there's a whole lot
of you in me
So i pray before i see you again
That I become At least
half the man you are
Till then I'll Always have
your old guitar
Yeaaaahhh
This olllll guitar....
it just does
some-thing To me
cracks me open
like an ice cold
Bud light
N I starting pouring out
all the things on my hearts tap ,
that I feel inside
It sure has a funny way
somehow of fixing me
Just by strumming
it's sweet melody
With out a choice
It cuts out the Echoes
in my mind
Gives a stronger voice
to a story like grandpa's
And this crazy life of mine
I'm positive
there is no doubt
Without Him
Id ever make it this far
Ohhh and this ol guitar
Ya This ol guitar
He said he had it
Back when he was just a little kid.
Way back in 56
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