Clayton Smalley – His Guitar Chords

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IntroC....F...Verse 1I spend mCore time with his guitar
Than I eFver did with hCim.
AmHe was on his way out
And GI was on my way in.
I gFrew up on the stories
Of the mCusic that he mFade.
Now I fCollow in his footsteps
With the GGibson that he plCayed.
Granny saCid her daddy bought it
At a paFwnshop in our hometoCwn.
He’d pAmlay it at the rendezvous
When the weGekend rolled around.
She sFaw my love o’ music
And paCssed it down to mFe.
CGivin’ me a chance
To carry oGn his legacCy.

ChorusHis gFuitar holds a secret
Of the first chord that he strummed.
And did he siCt and pick for hours
Until his fingers were numb.
AmWas it just a hobby,
Or did he wGanna be a stFar?
CThese are things I wonder
When I’m plGayin’ his guitaCr.Verse 2He *lyCrics* in this rosewood
Long befoFre I was boCrn.
I can almAmost see his fingers
By the wGay the neck is worn.
It’s fuFll o’ cracks and scratches
SteepeCnin’ the *lyrFics.*
When I’m plCayin’ this old flat top
I could feGel him here with mCe. ChorusHis gFuitar holds a secret
Of the first chord that he strummed.
And did he siCt and pick for hours
Until his fingers were numb.
AmWas it just a hobby,
Or did he wGanna be a stFar?
CThese are things I wonder
When I’m plGayin’ his guitaCr.BridgeEmI’ve had lots of offers
But I’m quAmick to let ’em know
That Fno amount o’ moC/Eney
Can mDmake me let it gGo.ChorusHis gFuitar holds a secret
Of the first chord that he strummed.
And did he siCt and pick for hours
Until his fingers were numb.
AmWas it just a hobby,
Or did he wGanna be a stFar?
CThese are things I wonder
When I’m plGayin’ his guitaCr.OutroI spend mFore time with his guitar
Than I eFver did with him.