Hundred Dollar Guitar

Written by Jay Lewallen

 

Ain’t much more than just a box with strings

A wooden neck and them tuning things

Nicks and scratches don’t affect the sound

I tried some others but I come back around…to my

 

Hundred Dollar Guitar, wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks

I didn’t know it when I bought it but the price doesn’t make it deluxe

The good things in life are part of my dumb luck

 

I was a skinny teen sortin’ out my dreams

I wanted to be part of the music scene

Willie’s Pawn Shop at the edge of town

I made my purchase I was glory bound…with my

 

Hundred Dollar Guitar, wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks

I didn’t know it when I bought it but the price doesn’t make it deluxe

I didn’t think too much about it, I just threw it in the back of my truck

 

It’s more like a friend than just an instrument

It sort of plays itself so I don’t have to pretend

That I know what I’m doing when I really don’t

Please don’t ask me to explain it cause you know that I won’t…it’s just my

 

Hundred Dollar Guitar, wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks

I didn’t know it when I bought it but the price doesn’t make it deluxe

The good things in life are part of my dumb luck

 

It’s got the sparkle, now it’s got the jangle

Got the sound coming at you from every angle

I took back a Gibson and I sold my Taylor

Old Martins cost more than my double wide trailer…not my

 

Hundred Dollar Guitar, wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks

I didn’t know it when I bought it but the price doesn’t make it deluxe

I still don’t worry, it rides in the back of my truck