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My Old Guitar

Updated: Sep 8

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I was putting in a window

in my old man’s summer house When along came my girlfriend in her fancy, gypsy blouse

Saying “Friends are going sailing!

You want to come along?” I grabbed my trusted six string in case I’d sing a song

We drove the South Shore Highway letting every fast car pass Then pulled into a Wilson’s to fill up on octane gas

I’m quietly pumping number six when this dude pulls out a gun “Be cool! No words!” he says to me “The wheel’s mine when you’re done!”

“Hey man I do have one request before you steal my car Could I just reach inside the trunk and grab my old guitar?”

The thief shot me a sideways glance then settled in my seat Leaving Jen and me just standing on that lonely county street

The bandit took off down the road like a scalded cat on crack Who knows he could be strumming now in some hidden, backwoods shack

But mister, if you’re hearing this while joy riding in my car Please do the right thing stranger and return my old guitar

You can steal my car

You can drive it far

You can even park it in the reservoir

... but just leave my old guitar


Would've been good

if I could've been sure that

Would've been good

if I could've been cool that

... in the end it would turn out fine

Six years have gone since that grey day and Jen is now my wife We never bought a car again but Max completes our life

Hold on my friends there’s more to tell the story’s incomplete I saw the guy who took my car while strolling Quinpool Street

His walk was printed in my mind his face was forged there too “Remember me” I said out loud “You stole my car! It’s you!”

He shot me out that sideways glance then turned, his move was slow “Hold on there!” I spoke again “Where’d my six string go?”

He stopped and stared right into me

his eyes were full of shame “I’ve done time for my mistakes and I accept the blame.”

“Guitar?” I asked a final time as shoppers went their way “I gave it to a homeless kid who plays downtown each day.”

You can steal my car

You can drive it far

You can even park it in the reservoir

... but just leave my old guitar


Would've been good

if I could've been sure that

Would've been good

if I could've been cool that

... in the end it would turn out fine

Spring arrived, Saint Patrick’s Day light snow lay on the track Jen and I went to a show then took a shortcut back

Arm in arm we crossed the street but the turn we made was wrong Then I could hear a drifting tune a favourite Dylan song

When I got close I saw this kid lean-faced with a ragged scar And playing sweetly in his hands was my trusted, old guitar

The sound was to appreciate he delivered it with heart And I was glad my old six string could play a special part

When he was done we clapped a lot and added to his hat He bowed in thanks then gave a grin and basically that was that

Now before you think it’s over there’s a moral here to find Let go of your possessions they’re meant for all mankind

My old six string was no big thing and neither was the car As I sit here in front of you with a trusted new guitar

You can steal my car

You can drive it far

You can even park it in the reservoir

... but just leave my old guitar


Would've been good

if I could've been sure that

Would've been good

if I could've been cool that

... in the end it would turn out fine


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