Chad Brownlee - This Old Guitar Lyrics
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This Old Guitar
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What Are The Lyrics For This Old Guitar By Chad Brownlee?
Six strings on a maple wood neck
Couple burns from a late night cigarette Little worn out patch on the frets from when I tried to get her back Drop of wine from the time that she kissed me For playing her favorite Waylon and Willie Couple cracks on the front from when she walked out on me She's every word Every song, every verse Every melody I've ever sung's 'cause of her I spilled my heart through all of the love in the pouring rain She's every scar on this old guitar Red stain from her lipstick in Mexico Watched her dance while I strummed on some Rolling Stones We sailed out on the ocean until the sun painted it gold She carved our names out driving in Tennessee On the day that I got down on my knee I dropped it on the sand while we made love on that beach Oh, she's every word Every song, every verse Every melody I've ever sung's 'cause of her I spilled my heart through all of the love in the pouring rain Yeah, she's every scar on this old guitar Yeah, she's all down the road In the lines, in the nose All the memories she made And the moments she stole Oh, I just can't hide the music inside And this tattoo she left on my soul Oh, she's every word Every song, every verse Every melody I've ever sung's 'cause of her Oh, I spilled my heart through all of the love in the pouring rain Yeah, she's every scar Yeah, she's every scar on this old guitar On this old guitar On this old guitar |
Who Wrote This Old Guitar By Chad Brownlee?
Chad Brownlee
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What's The Duration Of The This Old Guitar By Chad Brownlee?The duration of This Old Guitar is 3:43 minutes and seconds. |
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