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Dust off this old guitar
      Eb                           Bb
I can see no body, playin this old guitar
Eb
Could it be noone that lives here
                  Bb
But sometimes and again
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Could be that old guitar players got woman troubles and friends

[Verse 2]
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They say you got some stories to tell
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Long as you tellin a story, sit down and stay a spell
Eb
We aint had nobody here like it
              Bb
Some time and again
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Could be that old guitar player’s woman called her friend

[Verse 3]
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Where was i when lucy opened the door
Eb                               Bb
Baby and i play ms lucy for ever more
Eb                             Bb
Lucy, ms. lucy, lucy, cant you see
Bb
That old man you needed
                F            Bb
Looked alot and sounded like me

[Verse 4]
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Now every time i hear that old whistle blow
Eb                        Bb
Early in the mornin oh no no
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But i cant just lay here, live a life of ease
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I always got to be movin like the ol black forest breeze

[Verse 5]
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So dust off that old guitar
     Eb                               Bb
I can see nobody been playin this old guitar
Eb                                         Bb
Couldnt be noone left it, but sometimes an again
Bb                              F               Bb
Could be that old guitar playin woman calls her friend…. Come on!