Vince Gill

^D This old guitar and me,
The ^G things that we've been th ^D rough,
^D C.F. ^D/Db Martin ^D/B built ^D/A it ^G back in ^A 1942,
I ^D remember when we met,
I was ^G only sevent ^D een,
^D I spent all my ^D/Db college ^D/B money, ^D/A
On a half a d ^G ozen str ^D ings,
(verse 2)
I ^D thought my folks would kill me,
I ^G found out I was wr ^D ong,
^D They said your future's ^D/Db written o ^D/B n your ^D/A face,
When you s ^G ing those travlin s ^A ongs,
(verse 3)
So we ^D headed for Kentucky,
With a ^G suitcase full of dr ^D eams,
^D Rough out ^D/Db boots a f ^D/B ew t-s ^D/A hirts,
a w ^G orn out p ^A air of jea ^D ns,
^G Oooo Oooo O ^D ooo
^G Oooo Oooo O ^Bm ooo ^{- A
G} Oooo Oooo Oo ^{D-D/Db-D/B-D/A-G-A} oo
(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