The Dangling Participles

Lyrics

"Your Old Guitar" (by Austin Kaufmann)

I found it just where I left it when I left you
All those years ago,
Still in its weathered case, under the stairs,
In this place we once shared and called home.

It ain’t a Martin or a Taylor, no such pedigree,
But, hell, neither are you or me.
And all the best songs I wrote, by far,
I wrote for you on your old guitar.

So long has passed since I’ve known its comfort
I scarcely even remember the feel.
But what memory’s lost, the flesh remembers:
There’s muscle memory ingrained in every
Inch of its body,
And slowly I remember the feel.

And I found you just where I left you when I left town
All those years ago.
I now catch a trace of gray in your hair,
But you still wear it wild and long.

You ain’t a singer or a starlet, no such pretensions,
But you look pretty damn good to me.
And all the best songs I wrote, by far,
I wrote for you on your old guitar.

So long has passed since I’ve known your comfort
That I scarcely even remember your feel.
But what memory’s lost, the flesh remembers:
There’s muscle memory ingrained in every
Inch of our bodies,
And slowly we remember the feel.

Like calluses on steel,
Some things are just too real.
The way fingers walk worn frets,
Some things you don’t forget.

And the best songs I wrote, by far,
I wrote for you on your old guitar.

Yeah, the best songs I wrote, by far,
I wrote for you on your old guitar.