Mike Aiken
Mike Aiken - This Guitar lyrics
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Yesterday caught me thinking How I ever got this far Through all the high times and low days It kept me sane, this guitar We wandered down some back roads Where the dust it did fly Felt so lonesome in the city Where the concrete touched the sky She may take you to the ocean Or to the mountains up high Worn wood and strings tell the story But she'll always get you, she'll get you by I've played her out of desperation And I've played her out of joy And with her strings she tells the story Of this travelin' boy She's sang at some of the best halls And on street corners too And if you will just let her She'll work her magic right on you She may take you to the ocean Or to the mountains up high Worn wood and strings tell the story But she'll always get you, she'll get you by Yesterday caught me thinking How I ever got this far Through all the high times and low days It kept me sane, this guitar We wondered down some back roads Where the dust it did fly Felt so lonesome in the city Where the concrete touched the sky It kept me sane, this guitar Love to play, this guitar This guitar