D-18 Song

In a pawn shop in Odessa in the fall of '64 The pawn shop man was leavin' he was lockin' up the door I ran up just in time and I holler'd just through the screen Hey man you got any good guitars in here He said I got this D-18 So I gave him a hundred dollars and I took that sucker home I cleaned it up and strung it hit a chord and heard that tone It was crisp and clean rich and full all a guitar ought to be I said thank you Mr. Martin you made this D-18 for me If I'm feelin' down and worthless and I haven't got a dime Wonderin' if I spent my life just wastin' my time I pick up that old guitar some paper and a pen I say thank you Mr. Martin you saved my life again I've written songs about my lovers my family and my friends My wife my child the old home place and the road that never ends Heroes hobos rock'n'roll and a honky tonk queen I wrote 'em all without exception on my Martin D-18 Now it was made way back in '43 when I was just a kid I believe it's about the best thing Mr. Martin ever did It plays real good stays in tune and never treats me mean Thank God for Mr. Martin and that fine old D-18 Well there's your Gallagher your Gibson your Goya Gretsch and Guild I've played every kind of guitar that them guitar makers build I've picked on a lot of axes but the best I've ever seen Is my funky beat up wonderful old Martin D-18