Picture me in the key of E
Call me Uncle John
Any fool can easily see
That we go back a long time
Feel something like fine to
me
There's no such thing as the
wrong time
He hops up on my knee
Singing, get down pops
It's song time
Every now and then I'm a lonely
man
It's nice to know that I've
got a friend
Puts his power right in my
hand
All l've got to do is the
best I can
If I can
Got a dog named David
Got a bird named Dinah
Got a birthmark on my thigh
In the shape of Mainland China
Got a somewhat southern accent
'Cause I come from Carolina
And if you want to find us
We'll be walking right behind
you
I hear horns
I hear voices
I hear strings
Seems I was born
With too many choices
Now what am I going to do
With all these extra things
As they serve to confuse me,
really
It's me and my guitar
Essentially me and my guitar
Oh maybe a few friends fall
by for tea
A little bit of who do you
love
But pay no attention
To the man behind the curtain
It's me and my guitar
Having fun, boogie, woogie,
uh-huh
Me and my guitar
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