Tytuł: Old beat up guitar
- Wykonawca: Jerry Jeff Walker
- Wy¶wietleń: 276
Well I found her in a pawn shop
Somewhere up in Ohio
Where I guess some rounder came up short
And he had to let her go
Cost me ninety dollars
But its worth much more by far
Cause I've never had a better friend
Than that old beat up guitar
Chorus:
Didn't look like too much
Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe
But a lady she never fared as well
Who traveled through so much
She traveled with me always
Through the alleys and the bars
Songs I sang and friends I knew
Were part of that guitar
At nights she was my pillow
Restin' underneath the stars
Day and night I stayed alive
With that old beat up guitar
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She picked up the name of Angel
In an old New Orleans bar
Where a drunken poet drew one on
The top of that guitar
Ol' Babe Stovall he marked her
Scratched the songs right from his heart
Seems everyone there used to scar
That old beat up guitar
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Well a ramblin' man he has trouble
Hangin' on to all that he owns
And in those years of travelin'
That guitar fell by the road
The one night in New Mexico
I stumbled into this bar
The Angel lay there smilin'
On that old beat up guitar
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I took her from the wall
Ran my hands across the scars
Played again the old songs
That were written on that guitar
Friends I'd loved and lost
Many nights inside of the bar
Came back so clearly singin'
On that old beat up guitar
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