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God Loves Old Guitars
03:40
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Driving west along the coast, Port Angeles behind
Hoping for Astoria if fortune’s on our side
A tank of gas and one good amp, a promise from a friend
Not calling it a last chance, we’re still trying to pretend
God loves old guitars, god loves old guitars
Especially with a couple of beers in rundown country bars
We know you have your troubles, lord, but you still have time for ours
And we know you’re listening closely when they’re played on old guitars
South when we hit water, we couldn’t run too far
Lost our drummer and a mic in a bad run of cards
Knowing luck might ditch us around just any bend
We weren’t surprised in Hoquiam, she abandoned us again
God loves old guitars, god loves old guitars
Especially with a couple of beers in rundown country bars
We know you have your troubles, lord, but you still have time for ours
And we know you’re listening closely when they’re played on old guitars
We limped along ‘til Aberdeen, that’s where we’re set to stay
Found a park, we won’t get towed, and a bar that lets us play
And though nobody’s listening, there’s no money to speak of
The only one can help us now might be listening up above
God loves old guitars, god loves old guitars
Especially with a couple of beers in rundown country bars
We know you have your troubles, lord, but you still have time for ours
And we know you’re listening closely when they’re played on old guitars
We know you have your troubles, lord, but help us please with ours
We’re trying the only prayer we know, playing on old guitars
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Hitch in My Get Along
03:56
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I keep waking up to find my back’s on the ground
I ain’t saying I’ve held the line, but it’s surprising surroundings
No matter how many times I get a mouth full of dirt
I keep playing these pantomimes, and I’m tripped up for certain
But it’s nothing so bad as the end of an era
The world didn’t end since you’ve been gone
Nine times out of ten I can just grin and bear it
But there might be a hitch in my get along
This barstool’s so close to kin I might be owing it rent
It’s only a gentle wind, but I find myself bending
I can’t find my way past you without a stop for a drink
You’d rightfully call me fool, but it’s not what you’re thinking
Because it’s nothing so bad as the end of an era
The world didn’t end since you’ve been gone
Nine times out of ten I can just grin and bear it
But I’ve noticed a hitch in my get along
Yes it’s nothing so bad as the end of an era
The world didn’t end since you’ve been gone
Nine times out of ten I can just grin and bear it
But there’s definitely a hitch in my get along… so long
Yes you’ve left me a hitch in my get along
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Can't Reach the Whiskey
04:23
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It’s been six weeks since you went away
Seems like you’ve just gone to ground
And time and again I keep asking
Why the hell I kept you ‘round
I don’t miss your brand of pretending
And the mud’s finally off the damn floor
Ain’t nothing ‘bout us that’s worth mending
But there’s one thing that I miss you for
I can’t reach the whiskey without you, high as it is on the shelf
But the fitted sheets always get folded, I take damn good care by myself
I never do miss your complaining, and the dishwasher always gets run
But I can’t reach the whiskey without you, so I’m finding new ways to have fun
Lord how I hated your preaching
Yelling at the TV
There’s no more steak in the kitchen
My cooking’s been all about me
The bathtub has never been cleaner
I can finally give girlfriends a call
Though I know you could’ve been meaner
Why’d you have to be so damn tall?
I can’t reach the whiskey without you, high as it is on the shelf
But the fitted sheets always get folded, I take damn good care by myself
I never do miss your complaining, and the dishwasher always gets run
But I can’t reach the whiskey without you, so I’m finding new ways to have fun
I can’t reach the whiskey without you, high as it is on the shelf
But the fitted sheets always get folded, I take damn good care by myself
I never do miss your complaining, and the dishwasher always gets run
But I can’t reach the whiskey without you, so I’m finding new ways to have fun
Yes I can’t reach the whiskey without you, but I’m otherwise glad to be done
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