Martin Guitar

He was born in the woods
Torn from his home
He was naked and destined
To be out on his own

He waited in darkness
hoping someone might see
From something so rough,
What a treasure he’d be

Chorus

Stronger than steel and wood
Seen me through the bad and good
When I’m hanging by a string
Every little thing is understood
Between Martin and Me.

He’s hollow in the middle
From the shape that he’s in
He’s either filled up with music
Or locked in his shell again

It takes some fine tuning
To make him come around
He’s a huge piece of me
And I’ll never put him down

Chorus . . .

Dear Martin!

When I play this song, many people come by and tell me they have a friend "just like mine" in the song. Cheers,

Zac Brown