This Old Guitar And Me
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This old guitar and me
The things that we've been through
C. F. Martin built it
Back in 1942
I remember when we met
I was only 17
I spent all my college money
On a half a dozen strings
I thought my folks would kill me
I found out I was wrong
They said your future's written on your face
When you sing those travellin' songs
So we headed for Kentucky
With a suitcase full of dreams
My rough out boots, a few t-shirts
A worn out pair of jeans
This old guitar and me
We spent a lot of nights alone
Sometimes we'd get lucky
And take a bar maid home
One night stands for breakfast
Two strangers with the blues
We'd wake up in the morning
And both feel a little used
Well, home was just a highway
We'd roam from town to town
Just me and that old flattop
Not caring where we're bound
From Maine to California
With a five piece travellin' band
Singin' songs about the hard times
That face the common man
This old guitar and me
Lord, we did the best we could
One was born a sinner
And one a piece of wood
God sent a wooden angel
To guide me on my way
We were meant to be together
Until my dyin' day
Well, now my dearest old companion
Lies underneath my bed
Well, our travellin' days are over
Man, but the memories fill my head
Well, I've settled with my family
Here in the hills of Tennessee
To teach my children's children
'Bout this old guitar and me
The things that we've been through
C. F. Martin built it
Back in 1942
I remember when we met
I was only 17
I spent all my college money
On a half a dozen strings
I thought my folks would kill me
I found out I was wrong
They said your future's written on your face
When you sing those travellin' songs
So we headed for Kentucky
With a suitcase full of dreams
My rough out boots, a few t-shirts
A worn out pair of jeans
This old guitar and me
We spent a lot of nights alone
Sometimes we'd get lucky
And take a bar maid home
One night stands for breakfast
Two strangers with the blues
We'd wake up in the morning
And both feel a little used
Well, home was just a highway
We'd roam from town to town
Just me and that old flattop
Not caring where we're bound
From Maine to California
With a five piece travellin' band
Singin' songs about the hard times
That face the common man
This old guitar and me
Lord, we did the best we could
One was born a sinner
And one a piece of wood
God sent a wooden angel
To guide me on my way
We were meant to be together
Until my dyin' day
Well, now my dearest old companion
Lies underneath my bed
Well, our travellin' days are over
Man, but the memories fill my head
Well, I've settled with my family
Here in the hills of Tennessee
To teach my children's children
'Bout this old guitar and me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.01] This old guitar and me
[00:14.23] The things that we've been through
[00:17.08] C. F. Martin built it
[00:19.55] Back in 1942
[00:22.32] I remember when we met
[00:25.22] I was only 17
[00:27.78] I spent all my college money
[00:30.79] On a half a dozen strings
[00:35.11] I thought my folks would kill me
[00:37.83] I found out I was wrong
[00:40.57] They said your future's written on your face
[00:43.26] When you sing those travellin' songs
[00:46.19] So we headed for Kentucky
[00:49.22] With a suitcase full of dreams
[00:52.18] My rough out boots, a few t-shirts
[00:55.58] A worn out pair of jeans
[00:57.60]
[01:21.86] This old guitar and me
[01:24.53] We spent a lot of nights alone
[01:27.73] Sometimes we'd get lucky
[01:30.54] And take a bar maid home
[01:33.37] One night stands for breakfast
[01:35.85] Two strangers with the blues
[01:39.09] We'd wake up in the morning
[01:41.38] And both feel a little used
[01:46.03] Well, home was just a highway
[01:48.86] We'd roam from town to town
[01:51.70] Just me and that old flattop
[01:54.37] Not caring where we're bound
[01:57.28] From Maine to California
[02:00.01] With a five piece travellin' band
[02:02.77] Singin' songs about the hard times
[02:05.80] That face the common man
[02:07.78]
[02:32.55] This old guitar and me
[02:35.24] Lord, we did the best we could
[02:38.55] One was born a sinner
[02:41.27] And one a piece of wood
[02:44.07] God sent a wooden angel
[02:46.84] To guide me on my way
[02:49.57] We were meant to be together
[02:52.57] Until my dyin' day
[02:56.38] Well, now my dearest old companion
[02:59.73] Lies underneath my bed
[03:02.73] Well, our travellin' days are over
[03:04.78] Man, but the memories fill my head
[03:08.26] Well, I've settled with my family
[03:10.52] Here in the hills of Tennessee
[03:13.87] To teach my children's children
[03:16.52] 'Bout this old guitar and me
[03:18.37]
[00:14.23] The things that we've been through
[00:17.08] C. F. Martin built it
[00:19.55] Back in 1942
[00:22.32] I remember when we met
[00:25.22] I was only 17
[00:27.78] I spent all my college money
[00:30.79] On a half a dozen strings
[00:35.11] I thought my folks would kill me
[00:37.83] I found out I was wrong
[00:40.57] They said your future's written on your face
[00:43.26] When you sing those travellin' songs
[00:46.19] So we headed for Kentucky
[00:49.22] With a suitcase full of dreams
[00:52.18] My rough out boots, a few t-shirts
[00:55.58] A worn out pair of jeans
[00:57.60]
[01:21.86] This old guitar and me
[01:24.53] We spent a lot of nights alone
[01:27.73] Sometimes we'd get lucky
[01:30.54] And take a bar maid home
[01:33.37] One night stands for breakfast
[01:35.85] Two strangers with the blues
[01:39.09] We'd wake up in the morning
[01:41.38] And both feel a little used
[01:46.03] Well, home was just a highway
[01:48.86] We'd roam from town to town
[01:51.70] Just me and that old flattop
[01:54.37] Not caring where we're bound
[01:57.28] From Maine to California
[02:00.01] With a five piece travellin' band
[02:02.77] Singin' songs about the hard times
[02:05.80] That face the common man
[02:07.78]
[02:32.55] This old guitar and me
[02:35.24] Lord, we did the best we could
[02:38.55] One was born a sinner
[02:41.27] And one a piece of wood
[02:44.07] God sent a wooden angel
[02:46.84] To guide me on my way
[02:49.57] We were meant to be together
[02:52.57] Until my dyin' day
[02:56.38] Well, now my dearest old companion
[02:59.73] Lies underneath my bed
[03:02.73] Well, our travellin' days are over
[03:04.78] Man, but the memories fill my head
[03:08.26] Well, I've settled with my family
[03:10.52] Here in the hills of Tennessee
[03:13.87] To teach my children's children
[03:16.52] 'Bout this old guitar and me
[03:18.37]