It's just a working class guitar
It's got a job to do
Sometimes it works for me
Most times it's just for you
It's given me some good times
And brought a tear or two
Me and my working class guitar
There's been lonely times for me
And I could say the same for you
I've seen the pain upon your face
There wasn't much that I could do
I tried to give you comfort
A song to see you through
Out of this working class guitar
Me to you
It's hard to say the things I feel
You it's not the way I'm made
I tried it out a time or two
Got buried deeper than a grave
There's a bit of safety
Behind this wooden steel
Sometimes this working class guitar
Is all that's real
I guess she's seen her better days
I take her everywhere I go
These days a friend is hard to find
The more I learn
The less I know
This old six string friend of mine
Appear with me on this stage
It helps me mourn about the past
Sometimes it helps me turn the page
Often in a crowded room
It's the truest friend I found
I know this working class guitar
Won't led me down
I know it's just a piece of wood
There's no magic in the strings
Ah, but some nights we're really good
Some times we can't do anything
When they turn the lights out
And there's no more songs to play
Me and my working class guitar
Will fade away

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