D C D Battle scars are deep upon the face of my guitarC A Weathered lines and old age keep showin' throughD Listen to how he's playing now just slightly out of tuneC A It's ain’t his fault, I got 4 thumbs instead of 2D C D I can recall a tavern where a waiter slipped and fellC A Filled Old Martin's wooden belly full of beerD C D The lines in his lacquer are like lines upon my browC A And we both have come to know the stain of many tears chorusD Won't you put him in the comfort of his satin travel bedG D Keep him from all the sunshine and the coldD He will still be making music long after I am goneG D It's just me, and Martin growing oldD C D Martin's kept me going through the shadows of the nightC A I can't remember when he ever let me downD C Always playing for the wishes of this temperamental foolA In the country halls or concerts in the townD C D The wheels of fame and fortune they turn diamonds into dustC A All the lights upon the stage are bound to go dim sometimeD Standing in the silence after everyone is goneG D A You can hear old Martin playing once again ChorusD Put him in the comfort of his satin travel bedG A D Keep him from all the sunshine and the coldD He will still be making music long after I am goneG D It's just me, and Martin growing oldD A G D It's just me, and Martin growing old
Me And Martin Growing Old
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