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I’ve Got Time Now | Lonely Acoustic Folk Ballad

This is a public domain, non-copyrighted video created by AI using Suno.com. I’ve Got Time Now 🎸 An elderly man reflects on a lifetime spent working, missing family moments, and always believing there would be time later. Now older and alone, with his wife gone and his children too busy to visit, he sits with nothing but his guitar and the weight of regret. A somber meditation on time, loss, love, and the cost of always being busy. 🎧 Made with AI (Suno) 🎸 Acoustic Folk • Americana • Storytelling Ballad 🖤 Minimal • Reflective • Emotional • Solo Guitar [Verse 1] I used to wake before the sunrise Tie my boots and chase the clock Said “just one more year of overtime” While the moments slipped and walked She’d save me a seat at the table Kids would laugh, I’d say “not tonight” Always promised I’d be there later Later never came around [Chorus] Now I’ve got time pourin’ out my pockets Like change I don’t know how to spend The house is quiet, the chair is empty And she ain’t waitin’ at the end I worked my way right through the good years Left my love on the shelf to rust Now all I hold is this old guitar And the man I used to be wasn’t enough [Verse 2] Her picture’s still above the dresser Smile caught in a younger day She waited long as her heart could handle Then the Lord just took her away The kids call once every Sunday Say they’re tired, say work’s been rough I hear my own old excuses In every word they don’t say enough [Chorus] Now I’ve got time pourin’ out my pockets Like rain that don’t hit the ground Every dream I said I’d get back to Don’t make much sense to me now I punched the clock, I paid the bills Thought love would wait its turn But love’s the one thing I never learned You don’t get back what you burn [Verse 3] This guitar knows all my secrets Every wrong I couldn’t undo I play soft so I don’t wake the silence Lord knows it’s listening too I don’t dream much anymore Don’t make plans past tomorrow’s sun Just try to make it through the evening Till the memories finally run [Outro] If I had one more Sunday dinner One more laugh around that table I’d trade every hour I ever worked For the time I said wasn’t available So I’ll sit right here with these old strings Let ‘em say what I never could I gave my life to being busy Instead of being good