Lost guitar song

[shawnsda]

Found this at acousticguitar.com under the lost and stolen forum:

Poor guy!

I am a singer and songwriter who went to Nashville for my first time to sing the first part of February. During this time my guitar of many years was stolen. When I returned home I sat down and wrote the lyrics to a new song called “Lost Guitar”. Every thing in this song is a true account of what happened to me. I thought it might touch the hearts and be appreciated by many in and perhaps might lead to the finding of my guitar. The missing guitar is an Ibanez, Silver Cadet. Model # SZP10AM Serial #S93070483.
__ Lost Guitar__
I played on my guitar, til my guitar was gone.
Mile after mile I played, and sang out my songs.
Thru life’s ups and downs, I’ve written them all,
I played in the towns, the big and the small.
No matter where I played, I could hear the people say
“Man you aught to be in Nashville! Whatchya doin here today?
Can we please have your autograph? I know someday we’ll see,
Man your going to be famous, and you’ll sing on CMT! Keep on picken’ your guitar and singing your songs.”
So I sang and I played, til my old guitar was gone.
They didn’t steal it in Wyoming, where I sang the most.
It wasn’t in Illinois, when I sang with Jim Post.
They didn’t steal it in Santa Fe, when I slept in my car.
Tried to make my first demo, so I had to travel far.
They didn’t steal it in Texas, when I sang at Billy Bobs,
nor Billings Montana, where I lost my Truckin’ job.
That old guitar went through it, summer heat and freezen cold,
And though the finish cracked upon it, it sounded good as gold.
It was a friend when women left me, and it played my very soul.
A comfort sad or happy, it played all the stories that I told.
IT bounced in the back of a sleeper, across this land of ours,
And its sound still strums on C.D.s that I sold in many bars.
So I finally went to Nashville, where I always dreamed I’d sing.
A week-and-a-half, I sang there, and strummed those guitar strings.
In down town Nashville, they broke my pick-up window out.
Someone stole my old guitar, and shattered my dreams about.
I remember when I bought it… My daughter Amanda, she was there.
Her eyes sparkled when I played it, a special moment we did share.
So proud she was of me that her dad could play and sing.
Late one night a few years latter, the telephone did ring.
My heart sank deep that night, and I can still feel the pain.
My daughter was with Jesus. My tears they fell like rain.
That guitar played her funeral, cause I knew she’d want me to.
So thru the years I’ve played it, singing my heart and life to you.
I’m sure the one who stole it, has seen hard times and felt some pain
But if he only knew what he really took, he would never take again.

By: Neal Lee- (pseudonym)
Neal Leigh Daniel- (legal name)
Neal Leigh Shaffer- (birth name)
E-mail: [email protected]
Address: Neal Lee
P.O Box 29
Rewey, WI 53580
Phone: 608-943-8488