(Shel Silverstein - Fred Koller)      This guitar is for sale, I'll let her go cheap   She's pretty to look at but she don't earn her keep   She can roar like the west wind, she can weep, she can wail   But the tunes that she plays just ain't sellin' today   This guitar is for sale.      She lay close beside me on cold winter nights   She's got me in trouble and she won me some fights   We both come out all right   She knows all the sad songs that Hank ever wrote   Just touch her once gently and she'll take you on home   She'll tell you some stories 'bout junk yards and jails   And a fool with a song and a dream that went wrong   This guitar is for sale.      She's rode cross this country on freight trains and trucks   On 'round pawnshop windows when we're down on our luck   We been down on our luck   So please treat her kind, keep her out of the rain   It's funny you're askin', I never gave her a name   But if you say she looks weary, you been readin' our mail   So if you got the dough buddy take her and go   This guitar is for sale.      She's won me some ladies with her sweet lovin' songs   And she's stuck right here with me when the ladies were gone   And the ladies are gone   But hard times and trouble been doggin' our tail   So if you got the dough buddy take her and go   This guitar is for sale...