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This guitar is for sale. I'll let her go cheap, Tho' she's pretty to look at, She don't earn her keep. She can roar like the west wind, She can weep. She can wail. But the tunes that she plays ain't sellin' today, This guitar is for sale. She's laid here beside me On cold winter nights. She's got me in trouble She's won me some fights, We both came out all right! She knows every sad song That Hank ever wrote. Just touch her once gently, And she'll take you on home. She'll tell you sad stories 'Bout junk yards and jails And a fool with a song, And a love that's gone wrong. This guitar is for sale. Letras de cancionesShe's rode 'cross this country On freight trains and trucks Hung 'round pawn shop windows When we've been down on our luck And we've been down on our luck! So please treat her kindly. Keep her out of the rain. It's funny you're askin'... I never gave her a name. If you think she looks weary, You've been readin' our mail. If you've got the dough, Take her and go, This guitar is for sale. She's won me some ladies With her sweet lovin' songs And she stayed right here with me When the ladies were gone. And the ladies are gone! But hard times and troubles Been doggin' our tale. If you've got the dough, Buddy, take her and go, This guitar is for sale. From Letras Mania