This old guitar and me
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And the things that we've been through
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C.F. Martin built him
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Back in nineteen fourty-two
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I remember when we met
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I was only seventeen
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I spent all my college money
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On a half a dozen strings
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I thought my folks would kill me
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I found out I was wrong
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They said your future's written on your face
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When you sing those travelin' songs
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So we headed for Kentucky
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With a suitcase full of dreams
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My rough-out books, a few t-shirts
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A worn out pair of jeans
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Ooh...
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This old guitar and me
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We spent a lot of nights alone
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Well, sometimes we'd get lucky
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And take bar maid home
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One night stands for breakfast
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Two strangers with the blues
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We'd wake up in the morning
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And both feel a little used
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Well, home was just a highway
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We'd roam from town to town
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Just me and that old flattop
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Not caring where we're bound
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>From Maine to California
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With a five piece travelin' band
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Singin' songs about the hard times
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That face the common man
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Ooh...
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This old guitar and me
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Lord, we did the best we could
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One was born a sinner
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And one a piece of wood
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God sent a wooden angel
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To guide me on my way
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We were meant to be together
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Until my dyin' day
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Well, now my dearest old companion
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Lies underneath my bed
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Well, our travelin' days are over
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Man, but the memories fill my head
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Well, I've settled with my family
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Here in the hills of Tennessee
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To teach my children's children
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'Bout this old guitar and me
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Ooh...
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This Old Guitar And Me
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Vince Gill |