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This old and me
And the things that we've been
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 my folks would kill me
I out I was wrong
said your future's written on your face
When you sing those travelin'

So we for Kentucky
With a suitcase full of
My books, a few T-shirts
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 stands for breakfast
Two with the blues
We'd wake up in the
And feel a little used

Well, was just a highway
We'd roam from town to
Just me and old flattop
Not caring we're bound

From Maine to
With a piece travelin' band
Singin' songs the hard times
That the common man, ooh

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

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

Well, now my old companion
underneath my bed
Well, our days are over
Man, but the fill my head

Well, settled with my family
Here in the hills of
To my children's children
'Bout this old and me, ooh