Old guy who got his start in the East Village in the 60’s and keeps on writing and playing.
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Headed west out to the coast
.. wandered back again
All those years out on the road
She is my trusted friend
Just an old Guitar
dusty case and all
my travelling companion
answering my call
CH
Made of wood and wire
She’s always there for me
helped me write each verse I wrote
my old guitar and me
Every time I played my songs
her voice comes ringing through
Getting really hard to tell
just who is playing who
– seems to know Just where to go
And always plays along
Every note fits perfectly
right where they belong
CH
Made of wood and wire
She’s always there for me
helped me write each verse I wrote
my old guitar and me
Been 50 years together
Seems just like a day
The stories we can tell
The songs that we can play
Every note seems magic
Every note a song
you and me out on the road
Right where we belong
CH
Made of wood and wire
She’s always there for me
helped me write each verse I wrote
my old guitar and me
My hands are getting tired
My eyes are not so bright
My memory is not so clear
I still keep up the fight
she’s still there right by my side
Helping me along
Calling out the melody
Remembering our song
BR
Every song I ever wrote
Her voice comes ringing through
Getting really hard to tell
Just who is playing who
she’s there for every song I sing
she’s always been my friend
she’s always there beside me
Right till the journey ends
Made of wood and wire
sits upon my knee
helped me write each verse I wrote
my old guitar and me
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