This Guitar

(one, two, three, four) Found myself out on a limb But I'm happier than I've ever been But this guitar can't keep from crying Learned to get up when I fall Can even climb rolling stone walls But this guitar can't keep from crying This here guitar can feel quite sad Can be high strung, sometimes get mad Can't understand or deal with hate Responds much better to love I though by now you knew the score But you missed the point just like before And this guitar can't keep from crying (this) guitar, it can't keep from crying This guitar can't keep from crying This here guitar can feel quite sad Can be high strung, sometimes get mad It can't understand or deal with hate Responds much better to love While you attack, create offence I'll put it down to your ignorance But this guitar it can't keep from crying This guitar can't keep from crying This guitar can't keep from crying This guitar can't keep from crying