Vince Gill - This Old Guitar And Me Lyrics
This old guitar and meAnd the things that we've been throughC.F. Martin built himBack in nineteen fourty-two.I remember when we metI was only seventeenI spent all my college moneyOn a half a dozen strings.I thought my folks would kill meI found out I was wrongThey said your future's written on your faceWhen you sing those travelin' songs.So we headed for KentuckyWith a suitcase full of dreamsMy rough-out books, a few t-shirtsA worn out pair of jeans.Ooh.This old guitar and meWe spent a lot of nights aloneWell, sometimes we'd get luckyAnd take bar maid home.One night stands for breakfastTwo strangers with the bluesWe'd wake up in the morningAnd both feel a little used.Well, home was just a highwayWe'd roam from town to townJust me and that old flattopNot caring where we're bound.>From Maine to CaliforniaWith a five piece travelin' bandSingin' songs about the hard timesThat face the common man.Ooh.This old guitar and meLord, we did the best we couldOne was born a sinnerAnd one a piece of wood.God sent a wooden angelTo guide me on my wayWe were meant to be togetherUntil my dyin' day.Well, now my dearest old companionLies underneath my bedWell, our travelin' days are overMan, but the memories fill my head.Well, I've settled with my familyHere in the hills of TennesseeTo teach my children's children'Bout this old guitar and me.Ooh...
