I’ve got grandpa’s beat up guitar
It’s got stories that I will never know
Some will make you smile, some are better left untold

It’s been worn in, fixed and broken
It’s got bruises, but ever one was earned
Sometimes getting hurt is just the only way you learn

But, if I tune it up just right
And play it loud and bright
The stars will realign
And you might understand where I’m coming from

I’m not perfect, hardly worth it
I’ve got stories that you will never know
Some of them are mine, but all the better ones I stole

But, if you play your cards just right
And open up your eyes
You might just see the light
And you might understand where I am coming from

I am trying to keep on fighting
It’s so easy to let ‘em drag you down
Will I keep it up when there’s no one else around?

There’s no where left to hide
I am who I am and I’m doing alright
If you just take the time
Then you might understand where I am coming from

I am my father’s son
And I know that he’s proud of the things I have done
If you knew the mess I was
Then you might understand where I am coming from