O the guitar, i do, sure do love it;
best way to hug a tree and give it a voice.
don't have to be played too good to lift your soul,
just holdin' it in your hands'll lift your soul, lift your soul.
It comes alive to you, alive! like it
never did in the ground when it grew up high;
don't have to be played too good to lift your soul,
just layin' it on your knee'll lift your soul, lift you soul.
Now all ya gotta do is strum it, strum it,
pick it like you're talkin' to a real good friend.
Don't have to be played too good to lift your soul,
just playin' it with your heart'll lift your soul, lift your soul.
Set the cry of wood free, give it freedom
is what ya do when you make it kiss the air.
Don't have to be played too good to lift your soul,
just feelin' it in your bones'll lift you soul, lift your soul.
Robin Monterosso,2007
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