Dad's Guitar Video (MV)

They put it in a box, back in 67, shipped it to the local music store
It sat there for a while, hanging on the wall, that Yamaha was all she could afford
And Mama brought it home, Dad he got it tuned up right
And he would up sitting there all night

Playing all those cowboy songs, Hank Williams to George Jones, White Lighting right down to your Cold Cold Heart
Never was a big stage dreamer, but that blue-collar six stringer, held us together when the times got hard
They made a lot of em, but there's only one of em
Dad's Guitar

Don't think I saw him smile, bigger then he did, the first time he showed me that
G- chord
I started my first band, the day I turned sixteen, and I never thought I wanted nothing more
And I got all mixed up, in that music city scene, but no matter where I was, I knew where he would be

Playing all those cowboy songs, Hank Williams to George Jones, White Lighting right down to your Cold Cold Heart
Never was a big stage dreamer, but that blue-collar six stringer, held us together when the times got hard
They made a lot of em, but there's only one of em
Dad's Guitar

And my brother brought it by, the day we laid him down, and when I'm missing him the most, I take it out

And play all those cowboy songs, Hank Williams to George Jones, White Lighting right down to your Cold Cold Heart
Never was a big stage dreamer, but that blue-collar six stringer, held us together when the times got hard
They made a lot of em, but there's only one of em, yeah I played a lot of em, and I wouldn't trade nothing
Dad's Guitar