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Me And Martin Growing Old- Valdy
Battle scars are deep upon the face of my guitar
Weathered lines and old age keep showin' through
Listen to how he's playing now just slightly out of tune
It's ain’t his fault, I got 4 thumbs instead of 2
I can recall a tavern where a waiter slipped and fell
Filled Old Martin's wooden belly full of beer
The lines in his lacquer are like lines upon my brow
And we both have come to know the stain of many tears
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Won't you put him in the comfort of his satin travel bed
Keep him from all the sunshine and the cold
He will still be making music long after I am gone
It's just me, and Martin growing old
Martin's kept me going through the shadows of the night
I can't remember when he ever let me down
Always playing for the wishes of this temperamental fool
In the country halls or concerts in the town
The wheels of fame and fortune they turn diamonds into dust
All the lights upon the stage are bound to go dim sometime
Standing in the silence after everyone is gone
You can hear old Martin playing once again
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Put him in the comfort of his satin travel bed
Keep him from all the sunshine and the cold
He will still be making music long after I am gone
It's just me, and Martin growing old
It's just me, and Martin growing old