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Oh, me and my guitar, keep our wheels a-turnin’
Tryin’ hard to find the perfect style.
Oh, Lord my hands are tired, and my fingers burnin’
Think I’ll have a drink and rest awhile
I play all day and sing the song, that I wrote yesterday
Hopin’ it will be the one, that gets me on my way
Feel, I should quit today, does it really matter,
But my lady says there is a way.
She, keeps me goin’ on, She helps me up the ladder
Tellin’ me that this will be the day
I play all day and sing the song, that I wrote yesterday
Hopin’ it will be the one, that gets me on my way
How long will it take?
How soon will it break?
How long will it take?
How long will it take?
I play all day and sing the song, that I wrote yesterday
Hopin’ it will be the one, that gets me on my way
John Batdorf
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