That Old Guitar

(Verse 1) Found it in the attic, covered in dust, Strings all rusted, lost their lust. An old Gibson, forgotten and frayed, But I saw potential, in its decay. (Chorus) Bringing it back, from the dead of the night, With every chord, we ignite. That old six string, alive and free, We're gonna rock, gonna make it proud. (Verse 2) Took it to the shop, got it fixed up right, New pickups, new strings, shining bright. With every riff, felt it come alive, In my hands, it began to thrive. (Bridge) In the spotlight's glow, we find our place, The music flows, we own the space. With every strum, and every bend, We prove that old guitars, can still rock and roll. (Guitar Solo) (Chorus) Bringing it back, from the dead of night, With every chord, we run wild and free. That old six string, alive and free, We're gonna rock, gonna seize the night. (Outro) So here's to the old, and here's to the new, With every note, we've come alive, Bringin' back the good times, we'll run.