This Old Guitar And Me

This old guitar and me
The things that we've been through
C. F. Martin built it
Back in 1942

I remember when we met
I was only 17
I spent all my college money
On a half a dozen strings

I thought my folks would kill me
I found out I was wrong
They said your future's written on your face
When you sing those travellin' songs

So we headed for Kentucky
With a suitcase full of dreams
My rough out boots, a few t-shirts
A worn out pair of jeans

This old guitar and me
We spent a lot of nights alone
Sometimes we'd get lucky
And take a bar maid home

One night stands for breakfast
Two strangers with the blues
We'd wake up in the morning
And both feel a little used

Well, home was just a highway
We'd roam from town to town
Just me and that old flattop
Not caring where we're bound

From Maine to California
With a five piece travellin' band
Singin' songs about the hard times
That face the common man

This old guitar and me
Lord, we did the best we could
One was born a sinner
And one a piece of wood

God sent a wooden angel
To guide me on my way
We were meant to be together
Until my dyin' day

Well, now my dearest old companion
Lies underneath my bed
Well, our travellin' days are over
Man, but the memories fill my head

Well, I've settled with my family
Here in the hills of Tennessee
To teach my children's children
'Bout this old guitar and me