Glory, Hallelujah for the ol’ guitar
Oh, glory, Hallelujah for the ol’ guitar
In a swingin’ door saloon, drinkin’ at the bar
The brothers Frank and Jesse James, just pickin’ the guitar
Oh, guitar pickin’ is a lot of fun, lots of folks can do it
It’s just like makin’ ol’ time beer, it’s all just how you brew it
Most anywhere there’s a guitar man, for him there’s nothin’ to it
His fingers fly across the strings, just like a blazin’ comet
With the fiddle in the middle and the banjo
Jesse James would say, "Make room for the guitar man
He’s gonna make my day"
Now, guitar pickers are you and me, and we come from every nation
Gals have joined the jamboree, and they’re pickin’ sensations
Oh, jazz and rock and country blues and blue grass vibrations
Somethin’ about a guitar, that lends to jubilation
Now, here comes that guitar man arrivin’ at the station
He tips his hat and tunes his strings, it’s a pickin’ celebration
Now you can carry your guitar on your back, pick around the world
On islands halfway across the map, there’s guitar boys and girls
At a campfire on a moonlit night, music will unfurl
Them ol' songs keep poppin’ up, like a bunch of hidden pearls
Oh, with the fiddle in the middle and the banjo
Jesse James would say, "Make room for the guitar man
He’s gonna make my day"
Glory, Hallelujah for the ol’ guitar
Oh, glory, Hallelujah for the ol’ guitar
At the swingin’ door saloon, drinkin’ at the bar
Oh the brothers Frank and Jesse James, just pickin’ the guitar
With the fiddle in the middle and the banjo
Jesse James would say, "Make room for the guitar man
He’s gonna make my day" yeah
Lyrics Submitted by Marie Harel