Stompin' Tom Connors - Old Flat-Top Guitar Lyrics

Well I work all week, the wife does too
She get's a perm, I buy a brew
We stock the fridge and pay the bills
We don't get too many frills
But we got a house, a dog and a mouse
And an old flat-top guitar

Well it's alright to dance and dine,
By candle light with fancy wine
But when we can't afford to roam,
We'll have a shindig here at home
And dance around to the country sounds
Of old flat-top guitar's

On Saturday nights we get some beer
We sit outside, the old dog near
Bang the old verandah boards
Get the wife to strum the chords
Shake the moon with a new set of tunes
On the old flat-top guitar

Well the neighbours look when they here the sound
They jump the fence and they gather 'round
They dance the heels right off their boots
Even the owls begin to hoot
When the higher strings being to ring
On the old flat-top guitar

Well at half past two we hit the roof
The old hound dog, he give's a woof!
That's his way of tryin' to speak
See you all again next week
Walk right in we'll pick it up again
The old flat-top guitar