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