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 pain
When he sang it back to me
His 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 feeling that he wouldn’t be coming back
Next thing I knew
I was given to the Country Music Hall of Fame
That’s when I woke up
To the moanin’ 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