I am an old flat top guitar Standing in the corner I get picked on once in a while When the neighbor's kid comes over I used to be in a country band Called the Westernairs We played dance halls and weddings Even the county fair We played all night in those days of old The Tennessee waltz and Cotton-Eyed Joe Never been nothing that could ever compare To the one-night stand at the county fair It hurts to sit here catchin' dust With so much inside mе So I do my best to cooperate Whеn the neighbor's kid comes to try me I still remember those golden hands They made me wail and cry Feels like I'm still ringing now From the nights they held me high We played all night in those days of old The Tennessee Waltz and Cotton-Eyed Joe Never been nothing that could ever compare To the one-night stand at the county fair It was a wonderful one-night stand Music filled the air