From the recording Ashland Avenue
Lyrics
Me and this old brown guitar turned 64 today
But we ain’t known each other very long
I guess the both of us have took our share of lumps along the way
Somewhere between the cracks I found this song
She was one of several hundred hanging on a wall
In a vintage shop in Nashville, Tennessee
When I took her gently in my hands the first thing that I saw
She was a 1958 the same as me
I played a little pattern, and strummed a couple chords
In the one they often call the people’s key
Something felt familiar like we had met before
That’s when I knew she’s coming home to stay with me
Chorus: Well Nashville’s always been a Gibson town
There’s just something ‘bout the way those guitars sound
All that sweetness in the middle, the stuff that makes you feel
A little better when the world is upside down
A little melody can turn it back around
I got my very first guitar when I was twelve years old
And I joined a group of kids who loved to play
It wasn’t very long ‘fore we were singing Heart of Gold
And our favorite hippie records of the day
But songs will come and songs will go, you don’t know where they’ll land
Some may even stand the test of time
But there’s nothing like a flat top in a guitar picker’s hand
And at least for now I’m calling this one mine
When my fingers start to fail me and I’ve played my last refrain
This old chunk of wood could still be going strong
So lay that lick down one more time and hope that it remains
To find it’s way to someone else’s song
Words and Music: Michael Lille
Downstream Lean Music / BMI