Title : Wood and Wires (Waltz)
Copyright 2023
This old guitar
that my granddaddy made
Was handed on down
and I learned how to play
With each note I swear
that his soul I can feel
In this battered old box
born of lumber and steel
Chorus
And it’s just wood and wires
in another man’s hands
But in the hands of a poet it breathes
Life into stories and the songs that we play
On this old guitar
that my granddaddy made
It sure was a sight
when granddaddy played
Our Grandma would dance
and she’d swing and she’d sway
He’d sing all the love songs
He wrote just for her
She’d laugh and she’d blush
but she knew every word
I’ll always remember
the day grandma died
And so did his music
he put it aside
His spirit went with her
when she passed away
And this old guitar
it fell silent that day
Chorus
And it’s just wood and wires
in another man’s hands
But in the hands of a poet it breathes
Life into stories and the songs that we play
On this old guitar
that my granddaddy made
Not long ago
when he was called home
He was prayed for by many
He was laid in the loam
Not one day has passed
That I haven’t played
This old guitar
That my granddaddy made
Chorus
And it’s just wood and wires
in another man’s hands
But in the hands of a poet it breathes
Life into stories and the songs that we play
On this old guitar
that my granddaddy made
This old guitar
that my granddaddy made
