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This guitar only sings the way I play it |
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It's a 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 stayin' 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 darlin' |
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'Cause the guitar takes your man away from you |
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Monday I'll write a song for you darlin' |
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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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Will the thunder clap 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 stayin' 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 a 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 sing 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 |
