Story Behind The Song
									My Dad, Flip, gave me this old '48 Gibson, the guitar which he had for nearly 60 years (bought it new as an 18 year old newlywed). Man, was my mother pissed.  As you can tell from the song, she softened her stance as the years went by.
																
																	Song Description
									An old man is passing his first good guitar on to his son.
								 								
								
								
									
										
											
											
																							| Song Length | 
												5:00 | 
																								Genre | 
												Country - General, Country - Rock | 
																									
																								| Tempo | 
												Slow (71 - 90) | 
																								Lead Vocal | 
												Male Vocal | 
																									
																								| Mood | 
												 Moving | 
																								Subject | 
												 Healing | 
																									
																								| Language | 
												English | 
																								Era | 
												2000 and later | 
																									
																						
									
								 
								
								
																Lyrics
								
									She Was There
He handed me, his old guitar.  And he said, "this one's for you".
"She was the first one that I ever loved, I found her back in `42."
Took  that  whole year,just  to pay her off, Seven dollars every month.
Your mother said,  she nearly  broke the bank, But let me tell you this much, son :
She was there,   Through all our happy times,    Her sweet sounds rang out  thru the night
She was there,   When   things weren't going  right.  She brought us comfort with her  song
You know she's always  been  such a good friend of mine ,  I hope that you'll keep her in tune
There were times , when he played, it was the strangest thing,  we'd  all  sit around and stare
 How could this thing, made of wood and steel, leave  magic  floating in the air
I never knew, till he handed her to me, That the magic was within
It was in his hands and in his heart,   It wasn't really in the strings 
 I can recall  when his friends came by, They'd all  sit around and play.
And  I remember,  thinkin'  to myself,  I hope  I'll   be  that good someday.
But as I sit here, with his old guitar, his fimgers flyin' through my head
He is here, to help me through these harder times, those  sweet sounds ring out  thru the night
Telling me that if  I  play  her  right. The magic's just around the bend
 And  then sometimes on a Saturday night,   I  sit out on the porch and sing. 
All the songs I loved back  in my  younger days,  And I try to keep her right in tune.
He handed me, his old guitar.  And he said, `this one's for you".
She was the first one that I ever loved, I found her back in `42.