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Data di rilascio: 31.12.1971
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
That Old Beat Up Guitar |
Well I found her in a pawnshop |
Somewhere up in Ohio |
Where I guess some rounder came up short |
And he had to let her go Cost me ninety dollars |
But she’s worth much more by far |
Cause I never had a better friend |
Than that old beat up guitar |
She didn’t look like too much |
Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe |
But a lady has never faired as well |
Who’d traveled through so much |
She picked up the name of Angel |
In an old New Orleans bar |
Where a drunken poet drew one |
On the top of that guitar |
Old Dave Stovally marked her |
Scratched the song right out of his heart |
Seems everyone who used her |
Scarred that old beat up guitar |
She didn’t look like too much |
Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe |
But a lady has never faired as well |
Who’d traveled through so much |
She traveled with me always |
Through the alleys and bars |
Songs I sang and friends I knew |
Were part of that guitar |
At nights it was my pillow |
Sleeping underneath the stars |
Day and night I stayed alive |
With that old beat up guitar |
She didn’t look like too much |
Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe |
But a lady has never faired as well |
Who’d traveled through so much |
Yeah a ramblin man he has his troubles |
Hanging on to all that he owns |
After many years of travelin' |
That guitar fell by the road |
Then one night in New Mexico |
I stumbled into this bar |
Angel laid there smilin' |
On that old beat up guitar |
Well I took her from the wall |
Ran my hands across the scars |
Played again the old songs |
That were written on that guitar |
Friends I’ve loved and lost |
Many nights inside of a bar |
Came back so clearly singing with |
That old beat up guitatr |
She didn’t look like too much |
Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe |
But a lady has never faired as well |
Who’d traveled through so much |
Now she travels with me always |
Through the alleys and bars |
Songs I sing and friends I know |
They are a part of that guitar |
At nights it is my pillow |
Sleeping underneath the stars |
Day and night I stayed alive |
With that old beat up guitar |
She didn’t look like too much |
Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe |
But a lady has never faired as well |
Who’d traveled through so much |