[G]I’ve always wondered what being [C]one with the guitar must be [G]like
[G]spontaneous combustion of the [C]soul, the fingers, and the [G]mind
[C]A sound that comes from ten eras, yet [G]still can bring you home
‘ol Doc [D]Watson would say play it pretty, and[C] touch those strings so [G]kind
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do you hear your heart while playing, can those strings move your soul
can you play it fast like a sheriff chasing you down some ol’ country road
will you play it clean and sexy, so that guitar needs a cigarette when done
does it feel like the crossroads, stealing that devil’s fiddle made of gold
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just [C]close your eyes and start swaying as your[G] fingers caress those strings
play a [D] masterpiece so moving, it helps you [C]handle whateverlife may[G]bring
A [C]melody from the soul, with a rhythm that [G]lasts all through thenight
With a [D]sound so sweet, It makes everything in the [C]world seem [G]alright
When you strum can you feel those blues running through your blood
can it help you get through some lonely nights when you’ve strayed too far
do you play it so it makes everyone wonder if they should laugh or cry
it takes you to anyplace you want to go when you’re one with your guitar
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just [C]close your eyes and start swaying as your[G] fingers caress those strings
play a [D] masterpiece so moving, it helps you [C]handle whateverlife may[G]bring
A [C]melody from the soul, with a rhythm that [G]lasts all through thenight
With a [D]sound so sweet, It makes everything in the [C]world seem [G]alright