Run Down Strings

[Verse] This old guitar’s got a tale to tell Strings are rusty, but I know it well From Virginia hills to Tennessee nights Played in honky-tonks and smoky bar lights [Verse 2] Once was shiny wood, now it’s worn and grey Weathered by the songs I've had to play From love and loss to glory days gone by Each note is a memory that never dies [Chorus] Oh, my run down strings, they still sing Stories of heartache, and hope they bring Every chord and fret remembers when This old guitar was my only friend [Verse 3] Grandad’s hands first strummed its tune Beneath a harvest moon in late June Passed down through the years, it never quit Through every hardship, it survived a bit [Verse 4] Saw the world through the back of a van Lonesome highways and one-night stands Carried me through times when I had none In the silence, still echoes what's begun [Bridge] Now when I play, it feels just right Like old friends meeting under the soft moonlight A bond unbroken by the passing years Shaped by joy, sanded with tears