Me and my guitar, always in the same mood.
I am mostly flesh and bones and he is mostly wood.
He never does grow impatient for the changes I don't know, Lord.
If he can't go to heaven honey I don't want to go, Son.
It's me in the key of G, and you can call me Uncle John.
Any fool can easily see that we go back a long time.
Feel something like fine to me, and there's no such thing as the wrong time.
He hops up on my knee, singing, get down, Pops, it's song time.
Every now and then I'm a lonely man, it's nice to know that I've got a friend
Puts his power right in my hand, all I've got to do is the best I can, if I can Son
I know a dog named David, I got a bird named Dinah,
I got a birthmark on my thigh in the shape of Mainland China.
I got a somewhat southern accent cause I come from Carolina,
and if you want to find us, we'll be walking right behind you.
I hear horns, I hear voices, I hear strings,
Seems that I was born with too many choices.
What am I going to do with all these extra fingers son,
They certainly confuse me.
Maybe a few friends will fall by for coffee
I'll do a little bit of "Muleskinner Blues"
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, it's me and my guitar.
Talk about me and this guitar, Talk about me and this Martin Guitar
Talk about me and my guitar, Awwww break it off son