[1] In a pawnshop in Odessa in the [4] Fall of '64
The [5] pawnshop man was leaving he was locking up the [1] door
I ran up just in time and I [4] hollered through the screen
Hey [5] man you got any good guitars in here he said I got this D-[1]-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

I said [5] thank you Mr. Martin I'm all [1] right
'Cause [5] once again this old guitar [4] helped me through the [1] night
I'm mighty grateful to you, you [4] know how to make 'em right
I said [5] thank you Mr. Martin I'm all [1] right

If I'm feeling down and worthless and I haven't got a dime
Wondering if I spent my life just wasting 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 and child my 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 it never treats me mean
Thank God for Mr. Martin and that fine old D-18

Now. 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