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
