<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=108415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Old Guitar And Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This old guitar and me<br>And the things that we've been through<br>C.F. Martin built him<br>Back in nineteen fourty-two.<br>I remember when we met<br>I was only seventeen<br>I spent all my college money<br>On a half a dozen strings.<br>I thought my folks would kill me<br>I found out I was wrong<br>They said your future's written on your face<br>When you sing those travelin' songs.<br>So we headed for Kentucky<br>With a suitcase full of dreams<br>My rough-out books, a few t-shirts<br>A worn out pair of jeans.<br>Ooh.<br>This old guitar and me<br>We spent a lot of nights alone<br>Well, sometimes we'd get lucky<br>And take bar maid home.<br>One night stands for breakfast<br>Two strangers with the blues<br>We'd wake up in the morning<br>And both feel a little used.<br>Well, home was just a highway<br>We'd roam from town to town<br>Just me and that old flattop<br>Not caring where we're bound.<br>>From Maine to California<br>With a five piece travelin' band<br>Singin' songs about the hard times<br>That face the common man.<br>Ooh.<br>This old guitar and me<br>Lord, we did the best we could<br>One was born a sinner<br>And one a piece of wood.<br>God sent a wooden angel<br>To guide me on my way<br>We were meant to be together<br>Until my dyin' day.<br>Well, now my dearest old companion<br>Lies underneath my bed<br>Well, our travelin' days are over<br>Man, but the memories fill my head.<br>Well, I've settled with my family<br>Here in the hills of Tennessee<br>To teach my children's children<br>'Bout this old guitar and me.<br>Ooh...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Vince Gill - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=108415" data-title="This Old Guitar And Me" data-description="This old guitar and me And the things that we've been through C.F. Martin built him Back in nineteen fourty-two. I remember when we met I was only seventeen I spent all my college money On a half a dozen strings. I thought my folks would kill me I..."></div> </div> </div>

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