My old guitar
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Author: Al Stravinsky
Verse 1
Three and thirty years ago I brought home my first guitar;
Thought I'd bought my liberty, 9 to 5 was not for me.
Played together countless hours, I knew we could be good;
Seemed to me my saviour would be this lump of wire and wood.

Verse2
Echoed in an empty room at school, practised on the bus;
Worked the chords out for myself, bought a book or two to help.
Played in my room gazing into clouds 'til it got dark;
On summer days we'd share the same game lazing in the park.

Chorus 1
I plucked the sun out of the sky
And strummed while constellations cartwheeled by;
We sang and soon the songs we knew
Got better, then we wrote a few - just for me...

Solo

Chorus 2
I charmed the sun to sink and die,
And picked the moon up to the sky;
With our songs the world we'd change
For better, but look what became - of you and me...

Verse 3
About an hour or so ago I found my old guitar
Hiding in the dark and dust, peeling varnish, flaking rust.
My fingers found the frets, the sound was just like yesterday;
Took him down to feel the sun, see the man that I've become.

Chorus 3
We stretched the shadows with our cries
And picked the moon up to the skies;
With our songs the world we'd change
For better, now look what became - of you and me

Chorus 4
I plucked the sun out of the sky
And strummed while constellations cartwheeled by;
We sang and soon the songs we knew
Got better; can I play a few, just for you?