by K. Brown
My words are real
and my heart is true
as sure as the winter wind
blows cold through the city
as fresh as the Spring
will surely be
to make all that's weathered
renewed and pretty
When you leave
please take this old guitar
no matter where ya go
no matter how far
it'll be your friend
there to console ya
never feel lost
the nights won't own ya
So guess this is it
time to say goodbye
good luck
fare thee well
it's been good to know ya
There'll be a candle in the window
a light to guide ya
home
fare thee well
so long
The shadows growin' longer
the days gettin' older
got nothin' in my pocket
the sun dippin' lower
wish i could see
the green grass of home
and wish
I didn't always
feel so alone
My words are real
and my heart is true
as sure as the winter wind
blows cold through the city
as fresh as the Spring
will surely be
to make all that's weathered
renewed and pretty
But, guess this is it
time to say goodbye
good luck
fare thee well
it's been good to know ya
There'll be a candle in the window
a light to guide ya
home
fare thee well
so long
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