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

I when we met
I was only
I all my college money
On a a dozen strings

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

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

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

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

Well, home was just a
We'd from town to town
me and that old flattop
Not where we're bound

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

This old and me
Lord, we did the best we
One was born a
And one a of wood

God a wooden angel
To me on my way
We meant to be together
my dyin' day

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

Well, I've settled with my
Here in the hills of
To teach my children
'Bout old guitar and me, ooh