Jerry Jeff Walker - Old beat up guitar

^DWell I found her in a ^D7pawn shop Somewhere ^Gup in Ohio ^D Where I guess some rounder ^Bmcame up short And he ^E7had to let her go ^{A D}Cost me ninety ^D7dollars But its ^Gworth much more by ^Dfar Cause I've never had a ^Bmbetter friend Than that ^Aold beat up guitar ^D

^GDidn't look like too ^Amuch(Ab slide-> A) Just a ^DRoy Smeck Stage De ^Gluxe But a lady she never ^Dfared as well Who ^Atravelled through so ^Dmuch

^DShe travelled with me ^D7always Through the ^Galleys and the ^Dbars Songs I sang and ^Bmfriends I knew Were ^E7part of that guitar ^A At ^Dnights she was my ^D7pillow Restin' ^Gunderneath the ^Dstars Day and night I ^Bmstayed alive With that ^Aold beat up guitar ^D

^DShe picked up the name of ^D7Angel In an ^Gold New Orleans ^Dbar Where a drunken poet ^Bmdrew one on The ^E7top of that ^Aguitar Ol' ^DBabe Stovall he ^D7marked her

^DExa^Empl^F#e: ^G wh^Aere^B yo^C#u see a "G" below, change it to a "F" and so on... Scratched the ^Gsongs right from his heart ^D Seems everyone there ^Bmused to scar That ^Aold beat up guitar ^D Repeat Chorus ^DWell a ramblin' man he has ^D7trouble Hangin' ^Gon to all that he owns ^D And in those years ^Bmof travellin' That gui ^E7tar fell by the ^Aroad The ^Done night in New ^D7Mexico I ^Gstumbled into this ^Dbar The Angel lay there ^Bmsmilin' On that ^Aold beat up guitar ^D

^DI took her from the ^D7wall Ran my ^Ghands across the ^Dscars Played again the ^Bmold songs That were ^E7written on that gui ^Atar ^DFriends I'd loved and ^D7lost Many ^Gnights inside of the ^Dbar Came back so clearly ^Bmsingin' On that ^Aold beat up gui ^Dtar