Hank's Guitar

Last night, I had a dream

That I was Hank's guitar

He held me, close against his chest

And he wrote, "Your Cheatin' Heart"

He drank a lot, of whiskey

As he wrote down, all that came

When he sang it, back to me

The tears fell, on my strings

He picked me up, and tuned me

And he played me, all night long

He cried, while he was singing

All those lonesome songs

Funny, how a dream, can be so real

And make you wonder, who you are

Last night, while I was sleeping

I dreamed, that I was Hank's guitar

Then he put me, in my case, '

We got into, that blue Cadillac

As we pulled out, of Montgomery

I had a feelin', that he wouldn't be, comin' back

Next thing, that I knew

I was given to the, Country Music Hall of Fame

That's when I woke up, to the moaning

Of a lonesome, midnight train

He picked me up, and tuned me

And he played me, all night long

He cried, while he was singing

All those lonesome, lonesome, songs

Funny, how a dream, can be so real

And make you wonder, who you are

Last night, while I was sleeping

I dreamed, that I was, Hank's guitar

Last night, while I was sleeping

I dreamed, that I was, Hank's guitar