'68 Harmony Video (MV)

It was a fateful morning in '74
When I picked that guitar off the floor
Where it had sat for a year or more
Underneath my girlfriend's bed

And I guess her folks weren't much disposed
To having guitars picked & songs composed
Because that there case had stayed shut closed
It became my guitar instead

It was a '68 Harmony
Wasn't much to look at
But it sounded good to me
It was real well battered
And real well played
And I fell in love with the sound it made

Well I played it for her by the shore
And in the parking lot of the ice cream store
I played that guitar more and more
Until the day that we got wed

And I played it for our firstborn son
I played Twinkle Star and Aiken Drum
And the day that he took his first strum
Felt so much pride that tears were shed

It was a '68 Harmony
Wasn't much to look at
But it sounded good to me
It was real well battered
And real well played
And I fell in love with the sound it made

And I played it for my daughter too
I played camping grounds and school revues
I learned every Disney song right through
Just to soothe her pretty head

And I played it once more on my own
When my wife had left and my kids had flown
I played for a girl from San Antone
She was the second one I wed

It was a '68 Harmony
Wasn't much to look at
But it sounded good to me
It was real well battered
And real well played
And I fell in love with the sound it made

One day I loaned it to my new wife's son
Who headed straight down to the Pawn & Gun
And traded it for a stack of ones
He could spend on crack instead

And I hope whoever has it today
Has friends to love and songs to play
And my old guitar has things to say
And music it can spread

It was a '68 Harmony
Wasn't much to look at
But it sounded good to me
It was real well battered
And real well played
And I fell in love with the sound it made