Martin Guitar

I still recall the day that she came in
The box said CF Martin I tore it open at one end
I laid the case down gently and undid every latch
Tuned her up and started strumming
Never heard a sound like that

Then there's that sweet smell from the case
Still smell it today it brings a smile to my face
It's memories of shows we played and pickin neath the stars
But to me its like smooth bourbon
And a hand rolled cigar

All the memories and music that I've made
This old guitar has carried me all the way
For me its like bourbon and cigars
Every time I crack the case
On my Martin Guitar

Countin all the miles and all the dotted lines
Playin music from the eastern shore to the western pines
Miles and miles of highway across this gorgeous land
And I got to see it all with this guitar in my hand

Well I hope someday I play the Opry Stage
Before I cross that sacred circle
I'll just hang my head and pray
Lord, let me treat the music right
Though I may not be a star
I will be for a moment
With my Martin Guitar

All the memories and music that I've made
This old guitar has carried me all the way
For me its like bourbon and cigars
Every time I crack the case
On my Martin Guitar

Yea for me it's like bourbon and cigars
Every time I crack the case
On my Martin Guitar