Strung up on hook and i

The guitar that hungs as it is strung up on a hook is what i eye to be strummed from G to D the E and C with up and up down down and up and up that sound may spill from the O of its mouth always open for a strum like my exposed heart the shape of a heart always out in the open that love may touch that the soul may rejoice to electrify the mind that commands my eyes to eye the guitar that hungs as it is strung up on a hook and that i may strum from E to D again then C and G and A minor to F sharp minor for a minor sound that ascends from the depths of the recess of the cobwebed mind that has allowed the exposed heart to play its song for the longest time now and is now eyeing the guitar that hungs as it is strung up on a hook and i