Duke and The Guitar
Chorus
My old mate Duke
With his worn out saddle
My 85 year old guitar
And an overgrown trail
Verse 1
His needs are simple
Two squares a day
A little sun on his back
And a roll in the hay
Verse 2
Though he may complain
When I climb on
He loves the solitude of the ride
As we plod along
Chorus
My old mate Duke
With his worn out saddle
My 85 year old guitar
And an overgrown trail
Verse 3
The swaying of his body
The rhythm of his feet
Seem strangely in tune
With the surroundings we greet
Verse 4
In dappled path light
Age guides his way
His big heart so kind
As I lean back and play
Chorus
My old mate Duke
With his worn out saddle
My 85 year old guitar
And an overgrown trail
Verse 5
My old guitar
For 85 years
Has delivered a sound
So perfect to the ears
Verse 6
Strained under the weight
Of tightened strings
Its body worn and tired
Yet its timber still sings
Chorus
My old mate Duke
With his worn out saddle
My 85 year old guitar
And an overgrown trail
Verse 7
The stories they can tell
The places they have been
But none more perfect
Than the current scene
Chorus
My old mate Duke
With his worn out saddle
My 85 year old guitar
And an overgrown trail