Chorus:

Annie's guitar
how she made it ring
we'd gather around her
and how we would sing
down to the dawn
that last fading star
that's how I remember
Annie's guitar

Verse 1:

She seemed like anyone

when we met on the street

a nice older lady

so calm and discreet

But her passion came out

like an uncovered blade

when she opened her case

and she played...

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Verse 2:

Now I'm much older,

well, it happens that way,

the bloom on the roses

starts fading to grey

But her passion inspired me

to make real music too

I know my heart's in my fingers

'cause I knew...

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