From the recording I See A Rainbow

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When I was around 10 years old, I took the trip and saw the guitar I sing about. I could tell you more, but that would be a subchapter in the book I need to write.


"As through this world we travel,
Goin' up and down the road,
Sometimes we throw some gravel,
From the burden of the load."
With all those twists and turns and bends,
We're bound to miss a call,
Like when I saw That Old Guitar
Hung up on the bunkhouse wall..."