This guitar only sings the way I play it
It's a part of me just like another arm
It started out as a little ukulele
When I was just a boy on the farm
My fingers were too lazy for piano
But I could hold a tune pretty good
And I couldn't sing a song with a trombone
So I taught myself to play this piece of wood
But I know you are stayin' beside me
True lovers, we both feel the pain
And I'd throw this old box on the fire
Before I'd ever lose you again
Well you never did like this old guitar, did you...
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