Pull down that old guitar from the wall and come and sing
You can help me with the verses and the half forgotten things
My mind ain't what she used to be now, a lot of it is gone
But I still know the good parts, at least enough to sing along
So pull down that old guitar from the wall and come and sing
Gently stroke her body as you deftly tune her strings
There ain't much to do for me now that you've up and gone
So pull down that old guitar from the wall and get it done
Pull down that old guitar from the wall and come and sing
Time, she gets the best of us, the jokers and the kings
There ain't much that I can play now that my hands have turned to stone
Besides, you know how I always hated to have to sing alone