| Well I found her in a pawnshop |
| Somewhere up in Ohio |
| Where I guess some rounder came up short |
| And he had to let her go Cost me ninety dollars |
| But she’s worth much more by far |
| Cause I never had a better friend |
| Than that old beat up guitar |
| She didn’t look like too much |
| Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe |
| But a lady has never faired as well |
| Who’d traveled through so much |
| She picked up the name of Angel |
| In an old New Orleans bar |
| Where a drunken poet drew one |
| On the top of that guitar |
| Old Dave Stovally marked her |
| Scratched the song right out of his heart |
| Seems everyone who used her |
| Scarred that old beat up guitar |
| She didn’t look like too much |
| Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe |
| But a lady has never faired as well |
| Who’d traveled through so much |
| She traveled with me always |
| Through the alleys and bars |
| Songs I sang and friends I knew |
| Were part of that guitar |
| At nights it was my pillow |
| Sleeping underneath the stars |
| Day and night I stayed alive |
| With that old beat up guitar |
| She didn’t look like too much |
| Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe |
| But a lady has never faired as well |
| Who’d traveled through so much |
| Yeah a ramblin man he has his troubles |
| Hanging on to all that he owns |
| After many years of travelin' |
| That guitar fell by the road |
| Then one night in New Mexico |
| I stumbled into this bar |
| Angel laid there smilin' |
| On that old beat up guitar |
| Well I took her from the wall |
| Ran my hands across the scars |
| Played again the old songs |
| That were written on that guitar |
| Friends I’ve loved and lost |
| Many nights inside of a bar |
| Came back so clearly singing with |
| That old beat up guitatr |
| She didn’t look like too much |
| Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe |
| But a lady has never faired as well |
| Who’d traveled through so much |
| Now she travels with me always |
| Through the alleys and bars |
| Songs I sing and friends I know |
| They are a part of that guitar |
| At nights it is my pillow |
| Sleeping underneath the stars |
| Day and night I stayed alive |
| With that old beat up guitar |
| She didn’t look like too much |
| Just a Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe |
| But a lady has never faired as well |
| Who’d traveled through so much |