(Intro)
Oh-oh…
Listen
to
the
guitar…
Can
you
hear
it
crying?
Strings
are
talking,
But
nobody
knows
the
pain… (
Verse 1)
I
heard
a
guitar
crying
in
the
midnight,
Telling
stories
that
were
never
told.
Every
string
carries
somebody's
sorrow,
Every
note
carries
a
heart
that's
cold.
It
played
the
tears
of
a
broken
lover,
It
played
the
pain
of
a
lonely
soul.
It
played
the
dreams
of
a
man
who
suffered,
Still
believing
he
would
reach
his
goal. (
Pre-Chorus)
Oh,
guitar,
why
are
you
crying?
Who
broke
your
heart
tonight?
Is
it
the
pain
that
you're
hiding,
Or
the
tears
you
cannot
fight? (
Chorus)
The
weeping
guitar,
Oh,
the
weeping
guitar,
When
it
cries,
I
can
feel
my
pain.
The
weeping
guitar,
Oh,
the
weeping
guitar,
Playing
sorrow
through
the
pouring
rain.
Cry,
guitar,
cry…
Let
your
strings
tell
the
story.
Cry,
guitar,
cry…
One
day
we'll
sing
in
glory. (
Verse 2)
There
are
people
smiling
in
the
daylight,
But
their
hearts
are
crying
in
the
dark.
Nobody
knows
the
battles
they're
fighting,
Nobody
sees
the
wounds
and
scars.
Some
lost
a
mother,
some
lost
a
brother,
Some
lost
the
love
they
thought
would
stay.
Some
are
waiting
for
a
better
tomorrow,
Praying
for
strength
to
face
today. (
Pre-Chorus)
Oh,
guitar,
why
are
you
crying?
Who
broke
your
heart
tonight?
Maybe
your
tears
are
reminding
us
That
darkness
cannot
stop
the
light. (
Chorus)
The
weeping
guitar,
Oh,
the
weeping
guitar,
When
it
cries,
I
can
feel
my
pain.
The
weeping
guitar,
Oh,
my
weeping
guitar!,
Playing
sorrow
through
the
pouring
rain.
Cry!,
guitar,
cry…
Let
your
strings
tell
the
story.
Cry!,
guitar,
cry…
One
day
we'll
sing
in
glory. (
Bridge)
Every
tear
has
a
season,
Every
pain
has
an
end.
Even
when
the
road
is
lonely,
God
can
make
the
broken
mend.
So
don't
stop
playing,
guitar,
Don't
let
your
music
die.
Today
you
may
be
crying,
Tomorrow
you
will
testify. (
Final
Chorus)
The
weeping
guitar,
Oh,
my
weeping
guitar,
Yesterday
you
cried
my
pain.
The
weeping
guitar,
Oh,
my
weeping
guitar,
Now
you're
singing
through
the
rain.
Sing,
guitar,
sing…
Let
your
strings
tell
the
story.
Sing,
guitar,
sing…
Turn
the
sorrow
into
glory. (
Outro)
Oh-oh…
My
guitar
was
crying…
But
now
I
hear
a
melody.
The
tears
have
become
a
testimony…
The
weeping
guitar…
Is
singing
again.