| I got a little hitch in my gitalong
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| My gitalong just won’t get the way it used to
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| Gotta take a switch to my gitalong
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| Just to get along home to you
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| When I look back I see a little bitty boy
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| And run so fast and jump so high
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| But that was then when I was young
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| And I thought that I could fly
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| Now I got a little hitch in my gitalong
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| My gitalong just won’t get the way it used to
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| Gotta take a switch to my gitalong
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| Just to get along home to you
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| I never have thought that my bones would creak
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| My back would ache as the years slipped by
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| The days grew short and nights grew long
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| But I still thought I could fly
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| But I got a little hitch in my gitalong
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| My gitalong just won’t get the way it used to
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| Better take a switch to my gitalong
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| Just to get along home to you
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| Comin' home tonight I was an hour late
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| Couldn’t really say when you asked me why
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| Like this gravity held me to the earth
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| And it would not let me fly
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| So I got a little hitch in my gitalong
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| My gitalong just won’t get the way it used to
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| Better take a switch to my gitalong
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| Just to get along home to you
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| Just to get along home to you |