This Old Guitar And Me
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 found out I was wrong
They said your future's written on your face
When you sing those travelin' songs.
So we headed for Kentucky
With a suitcase full of dreams
My rough-out books, a few t-shirts
A worn out pair of jeans.
Ooh.
This old guitar and me
We spent a lot of nights alone
Well, sometimes we'd get lucky
And take bar maid home.
One night stands for breakfast
Two strangers with the blues
We'd wake up in the morning
And both feel a little used.
Well, home was just a highway
We'd roam from town to town
Just me and that old flattop
Not caring where we're bound.
>From Maine to California
With a five piece travelin' band
Singin' songs about the hard times
That face the common man.
Ooh.
This old guitar and me
Lord, we did the best we could
One was born a sinner
And one a piece of wood.
God sent a wooden angel
To guide me on my way
We were meant to be together
Until my dyin' day.
Well, now my dearest old companion
Lies underneath my bed
Well, our travelin' days are over
Man, but the memories fill my head.
Well, I've settled with my family
Here in the hills of Tennessee
To teach my children's children
'Bout this old guitar and me.
Ooh...
song performed by by Vince Gill

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Travelin Man
(leon wilkeson -- ronnie vanzant)
I was born a travelin man, thats all Ill ever be
Moving around from town to town is what makes me so free
My father was a trucker for the years of 23
On the day that I was born his blood was left to me
Im a travelin man
Travelin man -- thats what I am
Travelin man
Travelin man
Thats what I am
Travelin man -- thats what I am
No woman puts a hold on me
Youll see me once or maybe twice
Thats all youll see of me
All you pretty women lord, I hope you understand
Dont be a fool lord no, and put your heart in a travellin man
Im a travelin man
Travelin man
Travelin man -- thats what I am
Travelin man
(bridge)
Travelin man -- thats what I am
Guess Ill always be
Travelin man -- thats what I am
But at least Im free
Travelin man
Oh - thats what I am
Travelin man -- thats what I am, lord I move so fast
I have had so many women, none of them have last
I am just a mover, moving fast as sound
Always free, sometimes lonely. always movin around
Travelin man
Travelin man -- thats what I am
Travelin man
Oh - thats what I am
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd

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True To Your Heart
(MillerWells)
Something deep inside of me
Keeps me moving aimlessly
Always been Always be
A lonely travelin' man
Something that I can't explain
Holding me from wind and rain
Wild and free and hard to tame
A lonely travelin' man
Travelin' Man
Travelin' Man
Got no goal got no plan
Just an old worn out heart in my hand
Travelin' Man
Travelin' Man
I'll get there anyway I can
I'm just an uninspiring tired out travelin' man
Please don't ask me where I've been
I've been alone through thick and thin
On the outside looking in
A lonely travelin' man
Something that I haven't found
Keeps me seeking all around
Moving on from town to town
A lonely travelin' man
Travelin' Man
Travelin' Man
Got no goal got no plan
Just an old worn out heart in my hand
Travelin' Man
Travelin' Man
I'll get there anyway I can
I'm just an uninspiring tired out travelin' man
Travelin' Man
Travelin' Man
Got no goal got no plan
Just an old worn out heart in my hand
Travelin' Man
Travelin' Man
I'll get there anyway I can
I'm just an uninspiring tired out...
song performed by by Stevie Wonder

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Travelin' Man
A-don't you know that I'm leaving
I gotta catch the next train out.
I can't believe it.
Cause I'm a-already on my own.
A-Memphis town is the place I'm found.
There ain't no use in a-sticking around.
I got my pack on my back my friends,
And I'm heading on out again.
Cause I'm a, a-travelin' man my friend.
I've got to travel across this land.
Cause I'm a, a-travelin' man my friend.
A-Lord I'm on the move.
I told you girl I ain't staying tonight.
I got to leave while the getting is right.
I got the places to see, people to meet,
And I'm a-headin' on down the street.
A-when I get to old New York town,
A-pretty ladies there to show me around.
I'll take my money, all I can spend,
And I'm headin' on out again.
Cause I'm a, a-travelin' man my friend.
I've got to travel across this land.
Cause I'm a, a-travelin' man my friend,
Lord keep a-travelin' on.
Break
Well tomorrow is coming,
And I'll be on the road again.
A-pushin' and huffin'
While trying to get ahead.
I think I'm getting ready and hot.
I know it's time for a-me to stop.
I need to back another whiskey shot,
Lord, keep a-travelin' on.
Cause I'm a, a-travelin' man my friend.
I've got to travel across this land.
Cause I'm a, a-travelin' man my friend.
A-Lord can't you see I got to keep on,
Travelin' on.
Lord keep travelin' on.
song performed by by 38 Special

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Cowboy Blues
(mike geiger/michael huffman/george mccorkle)
Well theres a lonesome feelin that comes over me
When I hear that highway moan
I know its where the good lord meant for me to be
A dreamin drifter far from home
I roam from town to town out on the interstate
Im always only passin through
I need my womans lovin shes so far away
Im singin the cowboy blues
Stranger dont you know Id like to be your friend
If I had the time to stay
But Im a tumbleweed a blowin in the wind
Ive got to catch another stage
I strap on my guitar just like a .45
I pray each night my aim is true
Im shootin for the heart a lookin in your eyes
Singin the cowboy blues
Sometimes I get to thinkin bout settlin down
Fade off into a memory
Every night that I step out to face the crowd
I know this is the life for me
I strap on my guitar just like a .45
I pray each night my aim is true
Im shootin for the heart a lookin in your eyes
Im singin the cowboy blues
Singin the cowboy blues
Singin the cowboy blues
song performed by by Gary Allan

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My Sad Guitar (In Iraq)
When I play...my sad guitar,
With powered chords...of deep emotion.
I strum the strings...with such devotion,
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
In a bunker, built in the sand.
This war torn country, this desert land,
I miss playing...In a rock and roll band.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
My memories play,
Deep in my mind,
I try to find-
Our... wedding... day!
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
I think of my Harley...My hot-rod car,
Wishing I was home,
With a beer in a bar.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
poem by Philip Lore

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Job Description
(alan jackson)
Well I know sometimes you find it hard
To understand just what we do out here
Well that bus rolls up at home
And I just disappear
And I sure dont like to leave you
Couldnt stand for you to think that I dont care
So I wrote this job description
Just to tell you what I do when Im not there
I sleep eighty miles an hour
To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
Dreamin bout my little girls
The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you
Well each night I take the stage
With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand
Singin songs about my life
All the good times and the bad
Then we say goodbye and we load it up
And head somewhere Ive already been
Then I lay down in that double bed alone
And I thank the lord again
I sleep eighty miles an hour
To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
Dreamin bout my little girls
The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you
Well I just sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you
song performed by by Alan Jackson

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Homeward Bound
Im sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And evry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thoughts escaping,
Home where my musics playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Evry days an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And evry strangers face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thoughts escaping,
Home where my musics playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Tonight Ill sing my songs again,
Ill play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thoughts escaping,
Home where my musics playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.
song performed by by Paul Simon

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That Old Thing? It's No You
I spent the night twiddling around on my guitar
A night when I should have been talking to her
Sure, she'll listen to me play
But I think she'd listen to anything I have to say
And this guitar will get old and worn
And the strings will rust
And the neck will crack
And the wood will warp
And playing this guitar gives me callus fingertips
But my girl, she's the one that soothed me when I was forlorn
She's the one I can always trust
I think she will always have my back
Even when I know it's not true, she'll tell me I'm always looking sharp
And she's the one of I sing for, when the song comes from my lips
poem by J.M Berger

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She Put The Sad In All His Songs
Words and music by mac mcanally and robert byrne
He was a good time, beer bar picker until the night she came along.
He gave up his women and his liquor, and she put the sad in all his songs.
Something about hermade him sorry.
She was holy in his eyes. she had him bound and hypnotized.
She put the sad in all his songs. she put the blues in his guitar.
She took what he had and she made it wrong.
She put the sad in all his songs.
She was the rattle snake that bit him.
She was the blow fromup behind.
She thought the tear in his eye just might fit him, and he was the last thing
On her mind.
She put the sad in all his songs. she put the blues in his guitar.
She took what he had and she made it wrong.
She put the sad in all his songs.
She put the sad in all his songs.
song performed by by Alabama

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Homeward Bound
I'm sitting in the railway station. Got a ticket to my destination. mmmm
On a tour of one-night stands, my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and one-man band.
Homeward bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting, Silently for me.
Every day's an endless stream, of cigarettes and magazines. mmmm
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting, Silently for me.
Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game and pretend. mmmm
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting, Silently for me, Silently for me.
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel

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The Fastest Guitar Alive
Orbison/dees
Hey here I go a lucky so and so
Happy cos I know Ive got my fast guitar
Singing pretty songs, knowing I belong
I am first and last, and always a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Rattling strings like a gattling gun
Shaped like a lovely woman
Stay right where you are
My guitar is a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Im rolling on like a rolling stone
Gathering no moss, I play a boss guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Strumming like a battling soldiers drum
Shaped like a lovely woman
Stay right where you are
My guitar is a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Hey here I go a lucky so and so
Happy cos I know Ive got my fast guitar
The fastest guitar
The fastest guitar
The fastest guitar alive
song performed by by Roy Orbison

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Learning To Live Alone And Be Happy
in my little Bisayan town
the guitar strings are loose
and the sound
becomes musically challenged
i will be having a hard time
with my lyrics
and choice of pitch
because of this faulty guitar
and this
hardheaded guitarman
one day i decided to sing alone
less the guitar
and the guitarist
and then i learned to live
and sing
without so much fuss
without
any need for a guitar
or any accompaniment
surprisingly
i can sing alone and yet
still be in tune
without things
without so many people
yes, it is this solitude
and the rest becomes mere surplusage
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Guitar Man
(words & music by hubbard)
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown Id left kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked all the way down to memphis,
Got a room at the ymca,
For the next three weeks I went huntin them nights,
Just lookin for a place to play,
Well, I thought my pickin would set em on fire,
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
Well, I nearly bout starved to death down in memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bought me a ride down to macon, georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
I thumbed on down to panama city,
Started pickin out some o them all night bars,
Hopin I could make myself a dollar,
Makin music on my guitar,
I got the same old story at them all night piers,
There aint no room around here for a guitar man
We dont need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
Till I found myself in mobile alabama,
At a club they call big jacks,
A little four-piece band was jammin,
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
I showed em what a band would sound like,
With a swingin little guitar man.
Show em, son
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,
Find yourself down around mobile,
Make it on out to a club called jacks,
If you got a little time to kill,
Just follow that crowd of people,
Youll wind up out on his dance floor,
Diggin the finest little five-piece group,
Up and down the gulf of mexico,
Guess whos leadin that five-piece band,
Well, wouldnt ya know, its that swingin little guitar man.
The tv-special verse:
Well, I came a long way from the carwash,
Got to where I said Id get
Now that Im here I know for sure
I really aint got there yet
Think Ill start all over
Swing my guitar over my back
Im gonna get myself back on the track
Ill never, never ever look back
Ill never be more than what I am
Wouldnt you know
I m a swinging little guitar man
song performed by by Elvis Presley

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Neals Fandango
Patrick simmons
Well, a travelin mans affliction makes it hard to settle down
But Im stuck here in the flatlands while my heart is homeward bound
Goin back, Im too tired to roam, loma prieta my mountain home
On the hills above santa cruz, in the place where I spent my youth
Well it was neal cassady that started me to travelin
All the stories that were told, I believed them every one
And its a windin road Im on you understand
And no time to worry bout tomorrow when youre followin the sun
Papa dont you worry now and mama dont you cry
Sweet woman dont forsake me, Ill be comin by and by
Goin back, Im too tired to roam, loma prieta my mountain home
On the hills above santa cruz, in the place where I spent my youth
song performed by by Doobie Brothers

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Play Guitar
You may drive around in your town
Ina brand new shiny car
Your face in the wind your haircut's in
And your friends think you're bizarre
you may find a cushy job and I hope that you go far
But if you really want to taste some cool success
You better learn to play guitar
CHORUS:
Play guitar--play guitar (3X)
You got your eye on the cheerleader queen
you're walkin' her home from school
You know that she's only seventeen
She's gonna make you a fool
You know you can't touch this stuff
Without money or a brand new car
Let me give you some good advice young man
You better learn to play guitar
song performed by by John Mellencamp

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Travelin
Well Im travelin, travelin baby, travelin on
Well its good to see you but I cant stay long
No Ive got a travelin fever, baby, got a travelin jones
No dont look for me in the mornin, baby, Im gonna be travelin on
Ill be good, as good as gold
To the next or maybe better
Wait for me down the road
Keep one eye open for my letter
Cause Im gonna be travelin, travelin baby, travelin on
Lord its good to see you but I cant stay long
Oh Ive got a travelin fever, baby, got a travelin jones
Well dont look for me in the mornin, baby, Im gonna be travelin
Gonna be travelin, gonna be travelin on
Ill be up before the sun
Get a big jump on the morning
You should have known all along
You should have known youd get no warning
And Im gonna be travelin, travelin baby, travelin on
But lord its good to see you but I wont stay long
Oh I got a travelin fever, baby, I got a travelin jones
Yeah dont look for me in the mornin, baby, Im gonna be travelin
Gonna be travelin, gonna be travelin on
Travelin on, travelin on
Travelin on, travelin on
Well Im travelin, travelin baby, travelin on
Yeah its good to see you but I cant stay long
Yeah I got a travelin fever, baby, a travelin jones
Well dont look for me in the mornin, baby, Im gonna be travelin
Gonna be travelin, gonna be travelin on
song performed by by Tom Petty

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I Can Play (Lyrics) :
He didn't give himself up to fear.
And his voice had a life of its own.
He didn't give himself up for broke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar', 'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to drinking beer.
His voice still had a life of its own.
And he didn't give himself up for smoke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to curcumstance.
Always tried to make it alone.
He didn't give himself up to telling lies.
His honesty was already shown.
Always kept himself up to par.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'...
Rock Lyric By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1987,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards

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The Ballad Of Buckethead
Whos this guitar-playing sonsa bitch? , is a question common asked.
On his head a bucket of chicken bones, on his face a plaster mask.
Hes the bastard son of a preacher man, on the town he left a stain.
They made him live in a chicken house to try to and hide the shame.
He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.
Hes half alive, hes half dead. folks just call him buckethead.
Farmers would torment him as he snuggled with the hens.
Theyd hose him down with water, and steal his little friends.
Now late at night hed sneak off to the graveyard all alone,
And play a soapbox guitar to the faces made of stone.
Buckethead found his freedom at the age of 17,
When he burned the chicked house down with a quart of gasoline.
He did puppet shows on corners and bought a real guitar,
And with the help of colonel sanders, hes bound to be a star.
He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.
Hes half alive, hes half dead. folks just call him buckethead.
song performed by by Primus

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Katy Brought My Guitar Back Today
Katy brought my guitar back today.
I left it there to play, when I'd stay over.
And I remember all those nights
Sitting in the fireplace light,
And how she loved to hear me play;
Katy brought my guitar back today.
Katy brought my guitar back today.
I've seen it make her cry, over and over.
She told me when I wasn't there,
And she would wake up feelin' scared,
She'd hold it in her arms and be okay;
Katy brought my guitar back today.
We had our stormy times like anybody else;
Oh, more than once I broke her heart.
And when I couldn't tell her I was sorry by myself;
I could tell her with an old guitar.
But, I'm afraid this time things have gone too far.
Katy brought my guitar back today.
I guess that means this time it's really over.
And as I sit and play it now,
The songs all seem so sad, somehow,
I wish that I'd of left it in the case
Katy brought my guitar back today.
And I remember all those nights
Sitting in the fireplace light,
And how she loved to hear me play;
Katy brought my guitar back today...
song performed by by Alabama

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Travelin Light
By j. j. cale
Travelin light is the only way to fly.
Travelin light, just you and i.
A one way ticket to ecstasy,
Away on down, just follow me.
Travelin light is the only way to fly.
Travelin light, now we can catch the wind.
Travelin light, just let your mind pretend.
We can go to paradise,
Maybe once, maybe twice.
Travelin light is the only way to fly.
Travelin light is the only way to fly.
Travelin light, just you and i.
We can go to paradise,
Maybe once, maybe twice.
Travelin light is the only way to fly.
song performed by by Eric Clapton

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