Lyrics

DAD'S GUITAR | Chuck Schiele Love Letters 2026
Written by ©Chuck Schiele

I just sat down to play my Dad’s guitar
I keep an eye on him from afar
Every time I play his guitar I can
feel him near I can see him like my north star
Every time I play a Dad’s guitar

I bought my Mom a new blue guitar
With her her love I’ve come this far
And every time she calls to tell me
That she’s learning how to share her love this way
Oh, She’s beautiful with her blue guitar

People come and people go
I see it in their eyes the things they won’t show
Some folks reap and some folks sow
Some have it all and somehow they don’t know

My brother’s got a real cool guitar
Saved-up his money in a pickle-jar
Once in a while when he’s playing - he thinks of me
He calls & we talk about how things are and used to be
My brother’s got a real cool guitar

middle eight:
The truth gets even when the truth gets cold
There’s always more to the story than the one that’s told
Some folks reap and some folks sow
Some have it all - somehow they don’t know

So, every day I play my guitar
One of the best friends I’ve made so far
|It hears my soul and plays my heart
So, putting it down ain’t in the repertoire
I’m gonna keep on -- playing my guitar
Gonna play until I die playing this guitar
Every day ---- I play my guitar
I just sat down to play my Dad’s guitar