Me And Martin

C Bb G C Bb G oh the battle scars are deep on the face of my guitar Bb the weathered lines F G his old age keeps showing through C well listen to how he’s playing Bb G Bb just slightly out of tune it’s not my fault F G I’ve got 4 thumbs instead of 2 C Bb G Well I can recall a tavern when the waiter tripped and fell Bb F G And filled old martin’s wooden belly full of beer C The lines upon his lacer Bb G Arose lines upon my brow Bb F G I suppose it failed to stain from many tears C Won’t you put him in the comfort C7 F G C Of his satin travel bag to keep him from the sunshine and the cold C He will still be making music C7 Long after I am gone F G C It’s just me and martin growing old D C D Old martin has kept me going through the shadows and the night C A I can’t remember when he ever let me down D C D Playing for the wishes of this temperamental fool C A In a country hall or a concert in the town D Now the wheels have put in motion C D They turn them diamonds into dust C A And the lights upon the stage have slowly dimmed D C D Standing in the silence after everybody’s gone G G# Emin A You can hear old martin playing once again D Won’t you put him in the comfort D7 G A D Of his satin travel bag to keep him from the sunshine and the cold D He will still be making music D7 Long after I am gone G A D It’s just me and martin growing old