| Me and my guitar always in the same mood
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| I am mostly flesh and bones and he is mostly wood
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| Never does grow impatient for the changes I don’t know, no
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| If he can’t go to heaven, maybe, I don’t want to go, Lord
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| Picture me in the key of E, call me Uncle John
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| Any fool can easily see that we go back a long time
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| Feel something like fine to me, there’s no such thing as the wrong time
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| He hops up on my knee, singing: ''Get down, Pops, it’s song time''
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| Every now and then I’m a lonely man
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| It’s nice to know that I’ve got a Friend
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| Puts his power right in my hand
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| All I’ve got to do is the best I can, if I can
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| I got a dog named David, I got a bird named Dinah
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| I got a birthmark on my thigh in the shape of Mainland China
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| Got a somewhat southern accent 'cause I come from Carolina
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| And if you want to find us, we’ll be walking right behind you
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| I hear horns, I hear voices, I hear strings
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| Seems I was born with too many choices
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| Now what am I going to do with all these extra things
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| As they serve to confuse me, really
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| It’s me and my guitar
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| Essentially me and my guitar
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| Oh, maybe a few friends fall by for tea
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| A little bit of Who Do You Love?
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| But pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
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| It’s me and my guitar
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| Having fun, boogie-woogie, gotta, uh-huh, me and my guitar
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| Me and my guitar, me and my guitar |