| I happened to walk into a honky tonk
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| One night down in New Orleans
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| Up above the bar hung a big guitar
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| Like none I’d ever seen
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| The neck was set with diamonds
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| And though the strings were old
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| Like Kings of sound they wound around
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| Six keys of solid gold
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| A man stepped up beside me
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| His breath was strong with wine
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| He said you know that guitar once belonged
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| To a mighty close pal of mine
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| He used to play it right here
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| I forget the year around '45, I think
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| Ha, I could tell you quite a story friend
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| If you’d care to buy me a drink
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| Well, I possessed by every weakness
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| That takes a man a fool
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| I bought a round, he drank it down
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| And then he rocked back on his stool
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| He said, Yeah, I remember now
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| It was '45 alright
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| He just returned from the Great War
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| That’s where he lost his sight
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| His buddies gave him that guitar
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| At the time it was simple and plain
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| He added the gold and the diamonds
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| As he played his way to fame
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| He was doing a show in Shreveport
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| The night he received a call
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| To come appear on the Grand Ole Opry
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| The greatest show at all
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| I was driving him to Nashville
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| It was cold and misting rain
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| The signals flashed and the whistle screamed
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| I swear Mister I never saw that train
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| I heard the doctor tell him
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| Just after he used his knife
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| You’re lucky son it was just your arm
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| It could have been your life
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| But he died that night, life just demanded
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| More than he could give
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| I think he couldn’ve made it
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| He just lost his will to live
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| But this world’s loss is heaven’s gain
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| And tonight he’s still a star
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| He plays with a band of angels
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| That’s my son’s golden guitar… |