歌曲 | This Old Guitar And Me |
歌手 | Vince Gill |
专辑 | Next Big Thing |
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作词 : Gill | |
This old guitar and me | |
And the things that we've been through | |
C.F. Martin built him | |
Back in nineteen fourty-two | |
I remember when we met | |
I was only seventeen | |
I spent all my college money | |
On a half a dozen strings | |
I thought my folks would kill me | |
I found out I was wrong | |
They said your future's written on your face | |
When you sing those travelin' songs | |
So we headed for Kentucky | |
With a suitcase full of dreams | |
My rough-out books, a few t-shirts | |
A worn out pair of jeans | |
Ooh... | |
This old guitar and me | |
We spent a lot of nights alone | |
Well, sometimes we'd get lucky | |
And take bar maid home | |
One night stands for breakfast | |
Two strangers with the blues | |
We'd wake up in the morning | |
And both feel a little used | |
Well, home was just a highway | |
We'd roam from town to town | |
Just me and that old flattop | |
Not caring where we're bound | |
>From Maine to California | |
With a five piece travelin' band | |
Singin' songs about the hard times | |
That face the common man | |
Ooh... | |
This old guitar and me | |
Lord, we did the best we could | |
One was born a sinner | |
And one a piece of wood | |
God sent a wooden angel | |
To guide me on my way | |
We were meant to be together | |
Until my dyin' day | |
Well, now my dearest old companion | |
Lies underneath my bed | |
Well, our travelin' days are over | |
Man, but the memories fill my head | |
Well, I've settled with my family | |
Here in the hills of Tennessee | |
To teach my children's children | |
'Bout this old guitar and me | |
Ooh... |
zuo ci : Gill | |
This old guitar and me | |
And the things that we' ve been through | |
C. F. Martin built him | |
Back in nineteen fourtytwo | |
I remember when we met | |
I was only seventeen | |
I spent all my college money | |
On a half a dozen strings | |
I thought my folks would kill me | |
I found out I was wrong | |
They said your future' s written on your face | |
When you sing those travelin' songs | |
So we headed for Kentucky | |
With a suitcase full of dreams | |
My roughout books, a few tshirts | |
A worn out pair of jeans | |
Ooh... | |
This old guitar and me | |
We spent a lot of nights alone | |
Well, sometimes we' d get lucky | |
And take bar maid home | |
One night stands for breakfast | |
Two strangers with the blues | |
We' d wake up in the morning | |
And both feel a little used | |
Well, home was just a highway | |
We' d roam from town to town | |
Just me and that old flattop | |
Not caring where we' re bound | |
From Maine to California | |
With a five piece travelin' band | |
Singin' songs about the hard times | |
That face the common man | |
Ooh... | |
This old guitar and me | |
Lord, we did the best we could | |
One was born a sinner | |
And one a piece of wood | |
God sent a wooden angel | |
To guide me on my way | |
We were meant to be together | |
Until my dyin' day | |
Well, now my dearest old companion | |
Lies underneath my bed | |
Well, our travelin' days are over | |
Man, but the memories fill my head | |
Well, I' ve settled with my family | |
Here in the hills of Tennessee | |
To teach my children' s children | |
' Bout this old guitar and me | |
Ooh... |
zuò cí : Gill | |
This old guitar and me | |
And the things that we' ve been through | |
C. F. Martin built him | |
Back in nineteen fourtytwo | |
I remember when we met | |
I was only seventeen | |
I spent all my college money | |
On a half a dozen strings | |
I thought my folks would kill me | |
I found out I was wrong | |
They said your future' s written on your face | |
When you sing those travelin' songs | |
So we headed for Kentucky | |
With a suitcase full of dreams | |
My roughout books, a few tshirts | |
A worn out pair of jeans | |
Ooh... | |
This old guitar and me | |
We spent a lot of nights alone | |
Well, sometimes we' d get lucky | |
And take bar maid home | |
One night stands for breakfast | |
Two strangers with the blues | |
We' d wake up in the morning | |
And both feel a little used | |
Well, home was just a highway | |
We' d roam from town to town | |
Just me and that old flattop | |
Not caring where we' re bound | |
From Maine to California | |
With a five piece travelin' band | |
Singin' songs about the hard times | |
That face the common man | |
Ooh... | |
This old guitar and me | |
Lord, we did the best we could | |
One was born a sinner | |
And one a piece of wood | |
God sent a wooden angel | |
To guide me on my way | |
We were meant to be together | |
Until my dyin' day | |
Well, now my dearest old companion | |
Lies underneath my bed | |
Well, our travelin' days are over | |
Man, but the memories fill my head | |
Well, I' ve settled with my family | |
Here in the hills of Tennessee | |
To teach my children' s children | |
' Bout this old guitar and me | |
Ooh... |