| Got a brand new Taylor sittin' in its case,
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| Haven’t picked it up since the day you left me.
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| And I still miss you.
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| Got a worn out Martin I use on the stage,
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| The one I used to write with everyday.
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| But it doesn’t feel right in my hands,
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| Some guitars they don’t understand the blues.
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| When I’m feeling sad,
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| When I’m looking back,
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| I take out that old blue guitar.
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| Its got a belt buckle scratch on its back.
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| Three-year old strings and worn out frets.
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| Though I have to tune it constantly,
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| It’s the only place I found a melody.
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| It’s close to the hollow sound of pure lonely.
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| When I’m feeling sad,
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| When I’m looking back,
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| I take out that old blue guitar.
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| I guess it knows how it feels,
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| To feel this alone,
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| ‘Cause my heart’s overflowing,
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| As it fills up this song. |