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Old John Guitar

This old guitar taught me to sing a love song it showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up

This old guitar taught me to sing a love song it showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up some

Превод: Јохн Денвер. Ова стара гитара.

Превод: Јохн Денвер. Ова стара гитара.

Превод: Јохн Денвер. Ова стара гитара.

This old guitar taught me to sing a love song it showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up

been tryin to shake Well I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old

See the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic

in the sixth grade, whut Had syphaliss three times, whut Commited mad felony crimes, whut Been a week I ain't washed my ass, whut Flunked outta special 'ed class, whut I'd slap John