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A BC Rich, hangin’ on the wall
No big brand name, nothin’ fancy at all
But it looked so sweet
He said he thought of me

The bright red was teasin’ him
The smooth curves were drawin’ him in
And when he held it
He felt he was holdin’ me
So he bought me that

Red guitar
It’s comin’ with me to a Nashville bar
I’m never alone when it’s in my arms
My red guitar

To me it’s like wine, gettin’ better with time
Others say it’s lost its shine
And doesn’t sound as sweet
As it does to me

So, don’t go buyin’ me a brand new guitar
‘Cause this one’s got a place in my heart
A new one can’t win
No, I’ll just have to trade it back in
For my

It’s my red guitar
It’s my red guitar
With my red guitar
It’s comin’ with me to a Nashville bar
I’m never alone
When it’s in my arms
With my red guitar
It doesn’t matter to me if I ever go far
I feel so at home, when it’s in my arms
My red guitar

It’s my red guitar

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