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The Old Man and His Guitar
F#mSee the candle light A/C#burning F#min a cabin A/C#not so far DFrom a river wild, Athat's friendly as a child, To an F#mold man and Bmhis guiF#mtar.
F#mSpends each lonely night jA/C#ust wishing F#mon some long forA/C#gotten star DDreamin' dreams until Aonly dreams seem real To an F#mold man and Bmhis guiF#mtar.
ARememberin' loves, Erememberin' springs ASo many loves, Eso many springs DBut there was one Ehe loved the best DShe made him soon Eforget the rest.
His hands that once played only magic now where the sting of times crewel scars But all his songs aren't sung the best is yet to come For an old man and his guitar. by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com