This Old Martin Box

Thirteen years of grievin', lying make believin'
 Before she found the nerve to say we're through
 All my years of playing on the road, left her with a heavy load
 And longing for the life that she once knew
 Broken promises and guitar strings, missin' all the little things
 It takes to make a house into home
 I'd call her every chance I had, keep it all from turning bad
 I guess she spent too many nights alone
 Faded love the game is over
 Misery River don't step over, an old love that used to mean the world to me
 Broken heart and worried mind, move on somewhere down the line
 With this old Martin box and that girl's memory
 I'm in Tyre singin' songs, sure can make the night seem long
 Ninety miles before I hit the stage again
 Thinkin' back to days gone by, and I have to wonder why
 As I reach into the case for my old friend
 Faded love the game is over
 Misery River don't step over, an old love that used to mean the world to me
 Broken heart and worried mind, move on somewhere down the line
 With this old Martin box and that girl's memory
 Faded love the game is over
 Misery River don't step over, an old love that used to mean the world to me
 Broken heart and worried mind, move on somewhere down the line
 With this old Martin box and that girl's memory