Well I found her in a pawnshop
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somewhere up in Ohio
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where I guess some rounder came up short
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and he had to let her go
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It cost me ninety dollars
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but it's worth much more by far
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cause I never had a better friend
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than that old beat up guitar
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Didn't look like too much
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just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe
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but a lady she never faired as well
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who'd traveled through so much.
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Traveled with me always
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through the alleys and bars
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songs I sang and friends I knew
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were part of that guitar
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some nights it was my pillow
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resting underneath the stars
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day and night I stayed alive
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with that old beat up guitar.
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Didn't look like too much
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just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe
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but a lady she never faired as well
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who'd traveled through so much.
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She picked up the name of Angel
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in an old New Orleans bar
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where a drunken poet drew one
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on the top of that guitar
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old Dave Stovally he marked her
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scratched the song right from his heart
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seems everyone who used her
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scarred that old beat up guitar.
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Didn't look like too much
|
just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe
|
but a lady she never faired as well
|
who'd traveled through so much
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Yeah a ramblin man he has his troubles
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hanging on to all that he owns
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after many years of travelin'
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that guitar fell by the road
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then one night in New Mexico
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I tumbled into this bar
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the angel laid there smilin'
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on that old beat up guitar.
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Didn't look like too much
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just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe
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but a lady she never faired as well
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who'd traveled through so much.
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Well I took her from the wall
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ran my hands across the scars
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played again the old songs
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that were written on that guitar
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friends I've loved and lost
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many nights inside of the bar
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came back so clearly singing with
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that old beat up guitar.
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Didn't look like too much
|
just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe
|
but a lady she never faired as well
|
who'd traveled through so much.
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Well now she travels with me always
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through the alleys and bars
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songs I sing and friends I know
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they are a part of that guitar
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some nights it is my pillow
|
resting underneath the stars
|
day and night I stayed alive
|
with that old beat up guitar.
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Didn't look like too much
|
just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe
|
but a lady she never faired as well
|
who'd traveled through so much.
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That Old Beat-Up Guitar
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
