I love this old guitar that lives inside my car
And everywhere we go, it goes too
And when I have a song that's rolling 'round my heart
I take it out, it helps me sing along to you
Yeah the tone just right and the tuning's tight
My favorite one the actions nice
And I've strummed it ten thousand times 'neath a bright full moon
But if you're cold
Baby, if you're cold it's just no good
If you're cold, this old guitar is just firewood
I love these songs I write how they kept me through the night
And shelter me in the midst of all my storms
The things I could not say, got me penned down here someway
The pages with stained by time, tears and torn
The handwritten tunes that I've played for you
When you were in still your momma's womb
Inspired by the best and worst of times
But if you cold, baby if you're cold and tired
If you're cold then all these songs are just kindling for the fire
Cause everything means nothing
If something don't mean everything
I love this old house that drapes around our lives
On a frozen winter night, keeps us warm inside
I love the way it's too small when the gang's is all here
But as we disappear, how it seems too big
Yeah the doors all creak, and the floors they squeak
The mirror's spotty where we brush our teeth
And we've had it since the day you were born
But if you're cold.
Baby, if you're cold it's just won't do
If you're cold this whole house is firewood