This old guitar crossed many seas
And every night as I lay dreaming
We started on that road together
Rollin' down that long highway
I'm just an old wooden box
With some wires on the top
But you can hear every note
Of the blues in what I sing
Just hold me when you're down
And wrap your arms around
And play that chord again
This old guitar's danced in heaven
This old guitar's run through hell
It keeps in tune most nights
It tells a story, Lord, and it tells it well
Too many times I've been abandoned
I'm just too blind to see
This old guitar starts to callin' me
I'm just an old wooden box
with some wires upon the top
But you can hear every note
of the blues in what I sing
Just hold me when you're down,
Lord, and wrap your arms around
And play that chord again, and let it ring
Hey, this old guitar has been my savior.
This old guitar's been there
And you never know these days
But I know it all when I'm holdin' you
This old guitar looks like it's me and
Yeah, it looks like it's just
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