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
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