Haven’t picked it up since the day you left me.
And I still miss you.
Got a worn out Martin I use on the stage,
The one I used to write with everyday.
But it doesn’t feel right in my hands,
Some guitars they don’t understand the blues.
When I’m feeling sad,
When I’m looking back,
I take out that old blue guitar.
Its got a belt buckle scratch on its back.
Three-year old strings and worn out frets.
Though I have to tune it constantly,
It’s the only place I found a melody.
It’s close to the hollow sound of pure lonely.
When I’m feeling sad,
When I’m looking back,
I take out that old blue guitar.
I guess it knows how it feels,
To feel this alone,
‘Cause my heart’s overflowing,
As it fills up this song.
Got a brand new Taylor sittin’ in its case, Haven’t picked it up since the day you left me. And I still miss you. Got a worn out Martin I use on the stage, The one I used to write with everyday. But it doesn’t feel right in my hands, Some guitars they don’t understand the blues. When I’m feeling sad, When I’m looking back, I take out that old blue guitar. Its got a belt buckle scratch on its back. Three-year old strings and worn out frets. Though I have to tune it constantly, It’s the only place I found a melody. It’s close to the hollow sound of pure lonely. When I’m feeling sad, When I’m looking back, I take out that old blue guitar. I guess it knows how it feels, To feel this alone, ‘Cause my heart’s overflowing, As it fills up this song. Explain Request ×
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