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