Vince Gill

This old guitar and me,
The things that we've been through,
C.F. Martin built it back in 1942,
I remember when we met,
I was only seventeen,
I spent all my college money,
On a half a dozen strings,
(verse 2)
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 travlin songs,
(verse 3)
So we headed for Kentucky,
With a suitcase full of dreams,
Rough out boots a few t-shirts,
a worn out pair of jeans,
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Oooo Oooo Oooo
(verse 4)
This old guitar and me,
Spent a lot of nights alone,
Sometimes we'd get lucky,
And take a barmaid home,
(verse 5)
One night stands for breakfast,
Two strangers with the blues,
Wake up in the mornin,
Both feelin a little used,
(verse 6)
My home is just a highway,
I roam from town to town,
Just me and that old flat top,
Not carin where we're at,
From Maine to California,
A five piece travelin band,
Singin songs about the hard times,
That face the common man,
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Oooo Oooo Oooo
This old guitar and me,
We did the best we could,
One was born a sinner,
And one a piece of wood,
God sent a wooden angel,
To guid me on my way,
we were meant to be together,
Till my dyin day,
Now my dearest old companion,
Lies underneath my bed,
Well our travelin days are over,
Man but the memories fill my head,
We'll I've settled with my family,
Here in the hills of Tennessee,
To teach my childrens children,
Bout this old guitar and me,
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Oooo Oooo Oooo