if Pilot

Lyrics

Thirty years of sweat
Stains the neck
And that sunburst finish
Ain't hardly left

And it'll play the country
And it'll play the blues
And it'll pick you up
When you've got nothing to lose
It's my daddy's working man's guitar

Now when I was a boy
I strained my face
Tryin' pick up daddy's
Old P-bass case

And he told me, "Boy,
Music is a gift worth giving,
But it ain't no way for a man to make a living."
And he handed me his working man's guitar

Now you know a boy
Ain't supposed to listen
To what his daddy says
When he's on a mission

And it'd play the rock
And it'd play the roll
Up and down
Wherever I'd go
It's my daddy's working man's guitar

Now a guitar ain't but wood and wire
A box with a hole it ain't got no soul
Like a fishing pole is a stick and string
And a baseball mitt you get out each spring

Grandpa gave daddy what's he's giving me
It's just something to do to be with family

Thirty years of sweat
Stains the neck
And that sunburst finish
Ain't hardly left

Thank you daddy for this working man's guitar