John Williamson - You and my guitar

^CThis guitar only sings the w^Amay I play it It'^Cs part of me, just like anothe^Amr arm It s^Ftarted out as a little ukule^Gle Whe^Amn I was just ^Ga boy on th^Ce farm

My ^Cfingers were too lazy for ^Ampiano But ^CI could hold a tune pretty ^Amgood And I c^Fouldn't sing a song with a t^Grombone So I ^Amtaught myself to ^Gplay this piece of ^Cwood

But I ^Amknow you are staying be^Fside me True lovers ^Gwe both feel t^Che pain And I^Am'd throw this old box on t^Fhe fire Before I'd ever l^Gose you ag^Cain

Well you neve^Cr did like this old guitar ^Amdid you darling Cause the g^Cuitar takes your man away fr^Amom you One day^F I'll write a song for you d^Garling Tha^Amt'll be the v^Gery best th^Cat I can do

^CWill it be a song about a wi^Amld wind ^CWith thunderclap and flashes of^Am blue ^FOr will it be a song about a^Gn angel ^AmIt'll never b^Ge as beauti^Cful as you

^CThis guitar only sings the w^Amay I play it ^CIt's part of me, just like a^Amnother arm ^FIt started out as a little u^Gkulele ^AmWhen I was ju^Gst a boy on^C the farm

^CBut now I am a man with a wo^Amman ^CThe words I wanna say won't ^Amcome through ^FNo matter where this guitar'^Gs gonna take us ^AmIt'll never b^Ge as beauti^Cful as you