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This old guitar I've toted far

And though she's sometimes outta tune

She earns her keep each time she speaks

In the dance halls and barrooms

There ain't an hour that old Wildwood flower

Don't procure a little smile

I guess that's how it's always been

Or at least, for a long while

It never fails when the world ails you

Throws you to the ground

Some old song, forgotten long ago, comes back around

Picks you up, dusts you off

In an old analog style

Guess that's how it's always been

Or at least, for a long while

Laid my head on feather beds and a pallet on the floor

But I'd contest my best night's rest

Followed work days full of chores

Any man that works his hands

Knows true reward and trial

I guess that's how it's always been

Or at least, for a long while

Restlessness and breathlessness

Can creep in overtime

When things get slow

You got to go hear that highway whine

The more you roam, you'll long for home

With every passing mile

I guess that's how it's always been

Or at least, for a long while

Guess that's how it's always been

Or at least, for a long while

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