| This old guitar ain’t mine to keep
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| Just taking care of it now
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| It’s been around for years and years
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| Just waiting in its old case
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| It’s been up and down the country roads
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| It’s brought a tear and a smile
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| It’s seen its share of dreams and hopes
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| And never went out of style
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| The more i play it, the better it sounds
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| It cries when i leave it alone
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| Silently it waits for me
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| Or someone else i suppose
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| This old guitar
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| This old guitar has caught some breaks
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| But it never searched for gold
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| It can’t be blamed for my mistakes
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| It only does what it’s told
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| It’s been a messenger in times of trouble
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| In times of hope and fear
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| When i get drunk and seeing double
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| It jumps behind the wheel and steers
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| This old guitar ain’t mine to keep
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| It’s mine to play for a while
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| This old guitar ain’t mine to keep
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| It’s only mine for a while |