Can't sell a Gibson (The Dorm Room Sessions) Lyrics

Damn, that old man's hair was grey

But damn, he sure knew how to play

Every song in the book

And once I heard, I was hooked

So he lended me a Gibson guitar

And that became my second heart

And now I'm out writin' songs

About broken hearts and what went wrong

And every soul is worth livin

And every song is worth singin

But you can't sell a Gibson

I met her out of freshman year

Now she's a few hundred miles from here

I never got that first date

But I won't forget the way she played

All the songs I wrote for her

And if you ask me if it hurt

When she packed up and moved away

I still play these strings every day

And every soul is worth livin

And every song is worth singin

But you can't sell a Gibson

Damn, I've learned along the way

To put my feelings in these strings

Where I would be, I don't know

If this old Gibson got sold

And every soul is worth livin

And every song is worth singing

But you can't sell a Gibson

You can't sell a Gibson

You can't sell a Gibson