A rustic acoustic guitar stands on a wooden floor in a dimly lit bar, with snowflakes falling outside a window.

There’s a dent in the neck from a barroom fight A crack on the back from a long-lost night It’s been rained on, dropped, and tuned up wrong But it still holds on, still hums my song Every string’s got a story I’ve tried to hide It’s heard me laugh, it’s heard me cry If my guitar could talk, it’d tell on me Every late-night truth, every memory From the first kiss in that faded Ford To the tear-stained nights on my hardwood floor It’s heard my prayers, my midnight sins Every “never again” I swore and then If my guitar could talk, I’d be in trouble It’s been there through it all… and stood with me through the struggle It’s heard love songs I couldn’t sing out loud And the kind of truths I can’t tell a crowd It don’t judge, it don’t ask why Just takes my pain and lets it fly But if those frets could spill my past I’d have to hide it fast If my guitar could talk, it’d tell on me Every late-night truth, every memory From the first kiss in that faded Ford To the tear-stained nights on my hardwood floor It’s heard my prayers, my midnight sins Every “never again” I swore and then If my guitar could talk, I’d be in trouble It’s been there through it all… and stood with me through the struggle It’s got a front-row seat to my worst mistakes Every wrong turn and every heart I’ve broken If it ever spoke, I’d have to run ‘Cause it knows every single thing I’ve done If my guitar could talk, it’d tell on me Every late-night truth, every memory From the first dream under neon lights To the See more