Way back in the corner
By my daddy's fire place
There was an old guitar
In a worn out case
He didn't play it often
But he played it mighty fine
And if I asked him nice
He'd play some favorite songs of mine

He'd play Jimmie Rodgers
And some Carter Family
Good old cowboy music
From guys like Roy and Gene
He could swing like Bobby Wills
Play bluegrass like Monroe
Honkytonk like old Hank Williams
Man my dad could go

That old guitar would take him
To another time and place
And I'd be right there with him
With a big smile on my face
He never had a band
Or tried to be a star
But he was sure my hero
When he played that old guitar

RIFFS

He was playin that guitar
Back before I was born
The wood was all scratched up
And the frets were mighty worn
But it sounded so sweet
In my daddy's aging hands
And every time he played for me
I was his biggest fan

Prechorus

CHORUS

Now here I am today
With daddy's old best friend
I know that he'd be proud
To hear our voices blend
Of everything he taught me
This is the best by far
I thank him every day
For this old guitar

This old guitar can take me
To another time and place
I know he's here with me
With a big smile on his face
He never had a band
Or tried to be a star
But he was sure my hero
When he played this old guitar

Yeah he's right here pickin' with me
When I play this old guitar