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

I remember we met
I was seventeen
I spent all my college
On a a dozen strings

I my folks would kill me
I found out I was
They said your written on your face
When you those travelin' songs

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

This old and me
We spent a lot of nights
Well, sometimes get lucky
And bar maid home

One night for breakfast
Two strangers with the
wake up in the morning
And feel a little used

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

From Maine to
With a five piece travelin'
Singin' about the hard times
That face the man, ooh

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

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

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

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