(verse 1)
This old guitar and me,
The things that we've been through,
C.F. Martin built it back in 1942,
I remember when we met,
I was only seventeen,
I spent all my college money,
On a half a dozen strings,
(verse 2)
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 travlin songs,
(verse 3)
So we headed for Kentucky,
With a suitcase full of dreams,
Rough out boots a few t-shirts,
a worn out pair of jeans,
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Oooo Oooo Oooo
Oooo Oooo Oooo
(verse 4)