That Old Beat Up Guitar Jerry Jeff Walker
[Verse 1]
[C]Well I found her in a pawnshop
Somewhere u[F]p in Ohi[C]o
Where I g[C]uess some rounder came up short
And he h[G]ad to let her go
[C]Cost me ninety dollars
But she's w[F]orth much more by f[C]ar
Cause I n[C]ever had a better friend
Than that ol[G]d beat up guit[C]ar
[Cborus]
She d[F]idn't look like too m[G]uch
Just a R[C]oy Smeck Stage Del[F]uxe
But a[F] lady has never fa[C]ired as well
Who'd tr[G]aveled through so m[C]uch
[Verse 2]
[C]She picked up the name of Angel
In an o[F]ld New Orleans b[C]ar
W[C]here a drunken poet drew one
On the t[G]op of that guitar
Old D[C]ave Stovall he marked her
Scratched the s[F]ong right out of his h[C]eart
Seems eve[C]ryone who used her
Scarred that o[G]ld beat up guitar
[Cborus]
She d[F]idn't look like too m[G]uch
Just a R[C]oy Smeck Stage Del[F]uxe
But a[F] lady has never fa[C]ired as well
Who'd tr[G]aveled through so m[C]uch
[Verse 3]
Sh[C]e traveled with me always
Through the a[F]lleys and b[C]ars
[C]Songs I sang and friends I knew
Were p[G]art of that guitar
At ni[C]ghts it was my pillow
Sleeping un[F]derneath the st[C]ars
[C]Day and night I stayed alive
With that o[G]ld beat up guita[C]r
[Cborus]
She d[F]idn't look like too m[G]uch
Just a R[C]oy Smeck Stage Del[F]uxe
But a[F] lady has never fa[C]ired as well
Who'd tr[G]aveled through so m[C]uch
[Verse 4]
Ye[C]ah a ramblin man he has his troubles
Hanging o[F]n to all that he o[C]wns
Afte[C]r many years of travelin'
That gu[G]itar fell by the road
T[C]hen one night in New Mexico
I st[F]umbled into this b[C]ar
Ang[C]el laid there smilin'
On that o[G]ld beat up guit[C]ar
[Verse 5]
W[C]ell I took her from the wall
Ran my [F]hands across the s[C]cars
Pl[C]ayed again the old songs
That were w[G]ritten on that guitar
[C]Friends I've loved and lost
Many ni[F]ghts inside of a [C]bar
[C]Came back so clearly singing with
That o[G]ld beat up gui[C]tar
[Cborus]
She d[F]idn't look like too m[G]uch
Just a R[C]oy Smeck Stage Del[F]uxe
But a[F] lady has never fa[C]ired as well
Who'd tr[G]aveled through so m[C]uch
[Verse 6]
N[C]ow she travels with me always
Through the a[F]lleys and b[C]ars
S[C]ongs I sing and friends I know
They are a p[G]art of that guitar
At n[C]ights it is my pillow
Sleeping u[F]nderneath the st[C]ars
Day and n[C]ight I stayed alive
With that o[G]ld beat up guit[C]ar
[Cborus]
She d[F]idn't look like too m[G]uch
Just a R[C]oy Smeck Stage Del[F]uxe
But a[F] lady has never fa[C]ired as well
Who'd tr[G]aveled through so m[C]uch
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