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

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

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

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

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

One stands for breakfast
Two with the blues
wake up in the morning
And both feel a little

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

From to California
With a piece travelin' band
Singin' songs about the 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 sent a angel
To me on my way
We meant to be together
Until my day

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

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