This old guitar and me And the things that we've been through C.F. Martin built him Back in nineteen fourty-two I remember when we met I was only seventeen 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 travelin' songs So we headed for Kentucky With a suitcase full of dreams My rough-out books, a few t-shirts A worn out pair of jeans
Ooh...
This old guitar and me We spent a lot of nights alone Well, sometimes we'd get lucky And take bar made 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 travelin' band Singin' songs about the hard times That face the common man
Ooh...
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 travelin' 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
