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

I when we met
I was seventeen
I spent all my money
On a a dozen strings

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

So we headed for
With a suitcase full of
My books, a few T-shirts
A worn out of jeans, ooh

This old and me
We a lot of nights alone
Well, sometimes we'd get
And take bar home

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

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

Maine to California
With a five travelin' band
Singin' songs about the hard
That face the man, ooh

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

God sent a wooden
To me on my way
We meant to be together
Until my day

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

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