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This old and me
And the things that we've through
C.F. Martin him
Back in forty-two

I remember we met
I was only
I spent all my money
On a half a dozen

I thought my folks kill me
I out I was wrong
They your future's written on your face
When you sing those songs

So we for Kentucky
With a suitcase full of
My rough-out books, a few
A out pair of jeans, ooh

old guitar and me
We spent a lot of alone
Well, we'd get lucky
And take bar maid

One night for breakfast
Two strangers with the
We'd wake up in the
And both feel a little

Well, home was just a
roam from town to town
Just me and old flattop
Not caring where bound

Maine to California
With a five piece band
songs about the hard times
That face the man, ooh

old guitar and me
Lord, we did the we could
One was born a
And one a piece of

God a wooden angel
To me on my way
We were meant to be
Until my day

Well, now my dearest old
underneath my bed
Well, our travelin' are over
Man, but the fill my head

Well, I've with my family
Here in the of Tennessee
To teach my children
'Bout this old and me, ooh