I got my first guitar, when I turned thirteen
Daddy said here ya go son, now you can play like me
I got that honky-tonk fever, deep down in my bones
From that old maple guitar, and a good country song
I remember the dry heat, and the Mojave sand
Just me and that guitar, and some old marine friends
And about the only thing that got us through Twentynine Palms
Was an old maple guitar, and some good country songs
Lord that old maple guitar's got wood grains of gold
And that good country music, just pours from your soul
And it'll echo in the airways till god calls us home
With an old maple guitar, and a good country song
Take her up boys
I was stranded in Birmingham, and down on my luck
'Cause that wife took my money, and then a bank took my truck
Oh but, there's two things I still have, that they better leave alone
That's this old maple guitar, and these good country songs
Lord that old maple guitar's got wood grains of gold
And that good country music, it just pours out from the soul
And it'll echo in the airways till god calls me home
With an old maple guitar, and a good country song
Mark, play that old maple guitar, and a good ole Hank Williams country song