Lyrics

Battle Scars
Words & Music by Dave Nachmanoff

Everybody's got a song about their old guitar
So instead I wrote a song about how this one got it's scars
It's not that I don't care for it,
It's like a friend to me
But every nick and scratch, is a piece of history

When I was seventeen, I put that crack there in the bout
In a smoky pub in London, was my first time drinkin' stout
I was singing like a hot-shot, my guitar slung on my back
But the strap-peg wasn't tight, so it fell and got that crack

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Hey old friend, you served me well
Cheered me up when I was blue
But just like me, I see you've got
A battle scar or two, a battle scar or two

One New York City afternoon, when I was twenty-three
I went out for a picnic, in a park with just one tree
A friend was playin' my old guitar, and we played a game of chase
Then he turned around to look at me,
And a branch went through the face

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All the things that we go through, help to make us who we are
The hurts the disappointments and the pain
But just like I would never sell, or trade this old guitar
Without the scars my heart just wouldn't be the same

In Oregon, a friend of mine, was reaching for a mic
The guitar laid down on it's case, we were finished for the night
But a cable caught on something, and a heavy mic-stand fell
So this Martin sounds like heaven,
But that's why it looks like hell

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Now you and me play every night, we travel all around
And I hate to say, but chances are, we'll both get knocked around
So I'll take you to the shop and get you patched up when I must
'Cause it's better to get some battle scars,
Than to sit and gather dust

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