It launched a million dreams, it saved a million souls
In the midst of the great depression
It starts with the old dust bowel
In the darkest time, it was a shinning light
Constant as a northern star
Few things ever burned as bright as Maybelle's guitar
From Texas to Canada, America and every part
XCRA radio filled our homes and hearts
The Carter's sang of the life of man
With true and simple songs
About a world so beautiful and a world gone wrong
Like a clinched mountain stream flowing from the source
Powerful as a freight train rolling right on course
No matter how we stray or how far we roam
The sound of that guitar, brings us all back home
They sang in town's of need to the forgotten and forlorn
And her Carter scratch rang out through an old victrola horn
Where a young boy sat with dreams of being the next great country star
As he learned to pick out every tune from Maybelle's guitar
Like a clinched mountain stream flowing from the source
Powerful as a freight train rolling right on course
No matter how we stray or how far we roam
The sound of that guitar, brings us all back home
The sound of her guitar, brings us all back home, yeah
Sue Foley - Maybelle's Guitar Lyrics
Sue Foley - Maybelle's Guitar Lyrics
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It launched a million dreams, it saved a million souls
In the midst of the great depression
It starts with the old dust bowel
In the darkest time, it was a shinning light
Constant as a northern star
Few things ever burned as bright as Maybelle's guitar
From Texas to Canada, America and every part
XCRA radio filled our homes and hearts
The Carter's sang of the life of man
With true and simple songs
About a world so beautiful and a world gone wrong
Like a clinched mountain stream flowing from the source
Powerful as a freight train rolling right on course
No matter how we stray or how far we roam
The sound of that guitar, brings us all back home
They sang in town's of need to the forgotten and forlorn
And her Carter scratch rang out through an old victrola horn
Where a young boy sat with dreams of being the next great country star
As he learned to pick out every tune from Maybelle's guitar
Like a clinched mountain stream flowing from the source
Powerful as a freight train rolling right on course
No matter how we stray or how far we roam
The sound of that guitar, brings us all back home
The sound of her guitar, brings us all back home, yeah
In the midst of the great depression
It starts with the old dust bowel
In the darkest time, it was a shinning light
Constant as a northern star
Few things ever burned as bright as Maybelle's guitar
From Texas to Canada, America and every part
XCRA radio filled our homes and hearts
The Carter's sang of the life of man
With true and simple songs
About a world so beautiful and a world gone wrong
Like a clinched mountain stream flowing from the source
Powerful as a freight train rolling right on course
No matter how we stray or how far we roam
The sound of that guitar, brings us all back home
They sang in town's of need to the forgotten and forlorn
And her Carter scratch rang out through an old victrola horn
Where a young boy sat with dreams of being the next great country star
As he learned to pick out every tune from Maybelle's guitar
Like a clinched mountain stream flowing from the source
Powerful as a freight train rolling right on course
No matter how we stray or how far we roam
The sound of that guitar, brings us all back home
The sound of her guitar, brings us all back home, yeah
Writer: Sue Foley
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management