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Guitar Song

I'm headed back to Macon Middle of the Georgia pines Gotta keep these big wheels rollin' To that sweet little thing of mine I gotta get back to Macon

I'm up every morning Before the sunshine comes rollin' in When that rooster starts crowin' And that reminds me I need to feed him And every day is the

They got a vintage Victrola 1951 Full of my favorite records that I grew up on They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24 Set 'em up, Joe and play 'Walking

I used to wake up early Just so I could watch you as you sleep That's how I loved you Forever was a promise That wasn't very hard for me to keep That

Sittin' here countin' the cars goin' by And an hour must've been one or two The sheets are flappin' on momma's clothesline It's an old front porch swing

I was born by a fire in a cold dark cave In the age of the dinosaur When the caveman caught his cave-woman lovin' On the missin' link living next door

I thought Jack Daniels Was the workin' man's tea It was the window To the life I used to lean I used to ramble Like a feather in the breeze But nowadays

I was pourin' out my troubles To a stranger in a bar Of the problems and the pressures On a country music star Half braggin', half complainin' 'Bout

The three little pigs have done built up their homes And the wolf has been chased from the door And little Bo Peep has done found all her sheep And now