For a Long While

This old guitar I've toted far And though she's sometimes outta tune She earns her keep each time she speaks In the dance halls and barrooms There ain't an hour that old Wildwood flower Don't procure a little smile I guess that's how it's always been Or at least, for a long while It never fails when the world ails you Throws you to the ground Some old song, forgotten long ago, comes back around Picks you up, dusts you off In an old analog style Guess that's how it's always been Or at least, for a long while Laid my head on feather beds and a pallet on the floor But I'd contest my best night's rest Followed work days full of chores Any man that works his hands Knows true reward and trial I guess that's how it's always been Or at least, for a long while Restlessness and breathlessness Can creep in overtime When things get slow You got to go hear that highway whine The more you roam, you'll long for home With every passing mile I guess that's how it's always been Or at least, for a long while Guess that's how it's always been Or at least, for a long while