The Old Mothers Locket Trick

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Why hello there little lady, I'm just a lonesome guitar picker
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You'd never know from the way I look I'm an educated man
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I got the music in my blood little lady, makes me ramble 'cross the land
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Troubles on my mind, this old guitar in my hand

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I left my home and family, I wasn't much more than a child
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I don't count the towns no more, sure don't count the miles
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I guess I'll never have a home, 'least ways not your kind
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I just stopped here in this bar to try to bring some peace of mind

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Well I usually play for my drinks and tips, 'cept when I play for free
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This old guitar and a bag of songs, that's 'bout all there is to me
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Little lady if you don't mind, I think I'll make a song for you
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I'll sing it down the road somewhere, that's the most that I can do

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Lord the music just won't turn me loose, it's a curse to be this kind
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Little lady you'll never know, the comfort that I find
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In just talkin' to someone like you in this bar along the way
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You sure ain't the usual kind that I find to brighten up my day

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And tonight when I lay down along some road to try to sleep
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Just a memory in your treasure chest is all that you may keep
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No wait now, I got more than that to give, it's this locket made of gold
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My mother gave it to me ma'am, now it's yours to hold

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Na, don't try to thank me, do I need a place to stay
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Well thank you little lady, why don't we pick up a bottle along the way