| This guitar only sings the way I play it
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| It’s part of me, just like another arm
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| It started out as a little ukulele
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| When I was just a boy on the farm
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| My fingers were too lazy for piano
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| But I could hold a tune pretty good
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| And I couldn’t sing a song with a trombone
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| So I taught myself to play this piece of wood
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| But I know you are staying beside me
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| True lovers we both feel the pain
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| And I’d throw this old box on the fire
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| Before I’d ever lose you again
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| Well you never did like this old guitar, did you darling?
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| 'Cause the guitar takes your man away from you
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| One day I’ll write a song for you darling
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| That’ll be the very best that I can do
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| Will it be a song about a wild wind
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| With a thunderclap and flashes of blue
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| Or will it be a song about an angel?
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| It’ll never be as beautiful as you
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| But I know you are staying beside me
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| True lovers we both feel the pain
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| And I’d throw this old box on the fire
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| Before I’d ever lose you again
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| This guitar only sings the way I play it
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| It’s part of me, just like another arm
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| It started out as a little ukulele
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| When I was just a boy on the farm
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| But now I am a man with a woman
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| The words I wanna say won’t come through
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| No matter where this guitar’s gonna take us
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| It’ll never be as beautiful as you |