Chuck Cannon's "This Old Guitar"

Heard this today for the first time:

This old guitar
seen dusty roads and smokey bars,
back seats of all my old cars,
city lights and southern stars
This old guitar
it's told the truth it's told some lies
Sometimes it sings, sometimes it cries
It's who I am, it's my disguise

This old guitar
it's just wood and strings and steel
This old guitar
always knows just how I feel
This old guitar
it's seen it's share of broken hearts,
it's got cracks and broken parts
it's a symphony of scars

This old guitar...
hell, I have even gone and named it,
I have cursed and blessed and blamed it
Still my fingers have not tamed it

This old guitar
guess you could say we show our ages
from all the songs and whiskey rages,
crazy stages final pages.

This old guitar
it's just wood and strings and steel
This old guitar
always knows just how I feel
This old guitar
it's seen it's share of broken hearts,
it's got cracks and broken parts,
it's a symphony of scars.

This old guitar
has played for kings and played for paupers
It's all the gold that's in my coffers
Still I can't give it all it offers

This old guitar
it's just wood and strings and steel
This old guitar
always knows just how I feel
This old guitar
it's seen it's share of broken hearts,
it's got cracks and broken parts,
it's a symphony of scars