What will you do with an old guitar
What will you do when it's gone
What will you do when you can't play no more
Wood is surely rotting now
Strings will surely rust
And fingers that are picking turn to dust
My, my--how the thoughts slip by
Who has seen them pa**
How nice if everyone would carefully use a looking gla**
What will you do with an age-old song
If I make it sound brand new
Ten years from now will it be in grips with you
What do you hear when the sound dies down
Are you left with a songless song
Have you comprehended what's going on
My, my--how the thoughts slip by
Who has seen them pa**
How nice if everyone would carefully use a looking gla**
What will I do if you go away
Leaving these songs sitting here
What is the use if you've not cared to hear
Time and again I will pray this prayer
Loved saved and crying away
"Lord let the Truth reach hearing ears today."
My, my--how the thoughts slip by
Who has seen them pa**
How nice if everyone would carefully use a looking gla**