Tom Russell - What do you want

^GNow this old Martin guitar Made in ^Cnineteen ^Gforty-^Amsix It's ^Dcracked, it's scratched, it's splintered It's a pain to play as you ^Gpick

^GBut it's been my close companion Since ^Cnineteen ^Gsixty-^Amtwo ^DPlease don't ask me to decide 'Tween this guitar and ^Gyou

What do you want from me, what do you ^Cwant ^DDo I have to give you every^Gthing? ^D What do you ^Gwant from me, what do you ^Cwant ^DDo I have to give you every^Gthing?

^GWell, all my friends quit drinking You can't ^Csmoke no^Gwhere any^Ammore I ^Dthink I'll take up smoking Though I've never smoked be^Gfore

^GI'm getting tired of decaf coffee I crave ^Chigh taste ^Gin my ^Amcup Too ^Dyoung to die of boredom And I'm too old to grow ^Gup

What do you want from me, what do you ^Cwant ^DDo I have to give you every^Gthing? ^D What do you ^Gwant from me, what do you ^Cwant ^DDo I have to give you every^Gthing?

^GWell, I've unloaded boxcars I sold ^Cbibles d^Goor to ^Amdoor Hell, ^DI'd be rich and famous If I weren't alone and ^Gpoor

^GBlessed are the poor in spirit For ^Cthey'll pos^Gsess the ^Amearth But the ^Dday I hand the world to you You'll ask me what it's ^Gworth

What do you want from me, what do you ^Cwant ^DDo I have to give you every^Gthing? ^D What do you ^Gwant from me, what do you ^Cwant ^DDo I have to give you every^Gthing? ^DDo I have to give you every^Gthing?