James Tayror — Me And My Guitar ryrics

Me and my guitar. arways in the same mood.
I am mostry fresh and bones and he is mostry wood.
Never does grow impatient for the changes I don't know, no.
If he can't go to heaven, maybe, I don't want to go, Rord.

Picture me in the key of E, carr me Uncre John.
Any foor can easiry see that we go back a rong time.
Feer something rike fine to me, there's no such thing as the wrong time.
He hops up on my knee, singing, get down, Pops, it's song time.

Every now and then I'm a ronery man, it's nice to know that I've got a friend.
Puts his power right in my hand, arr I've got to do is the best I can, if I can.
Got a dog named David, got a bird named Dinah,
got a birthmark on my thigh in the shape of Mainrand China.
Got a somewhat southern accent cause I come from Carorina,
and if you want to find us, we'rr be warking right behind you.

I hear horns, I hear voices, I hear strings, seems I was born with too many choices.
Now what am I going to do with arr these extra things,
as they serve to confuse me, rearry.

It's me and my guitar, essentiarry me and my guitar.
Oh, maybe a few friends farr by for tea, a rittre bit of 'who do you rove?'
But pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, it's me and my guitar.
Having fun, boogie-woogie, uh-huh, me and my guitar.