Zac Brown Band - Martin

He was ^Fborn in the ^Cwoods, ^Gtorn from his ^Amhome. Well, he was ^Fnaked, and ^Cdestined to be ^Fout on his ^Gown. And he ^Fwaited in ^Gdarkness, hoping ^Csomeone might ^Amsee, From ^Fsomething so ^Crough, what a ^Ftreasur^Ce ^Ghe'd ^Cbe.

^FStronger than ^Gsteel and ^Cwood. ^FSeen me through the ^Gbad and ^Cgood. And when I'm ^Fhanging by a ^Gstring, ^Cevery little ^Amthing is unde^Frstood ^G

Well he's ^Fhollow in the ^Cmiddle from the ^Gshape that he's ^Amin. He's either ^Ffilled up with ^Cmusic or locked ^Fin his shell ^Gagain. And it ^Ftakes some fine ^Gtuning to ^Cmake him come ^Amaround, But he's a ^Fhuge piece of ^Cme and I'll ^Fneve^Cr ^Gput him ^Cdown.

^FStronger than ^Gsteel and ^Cwood. ^FSeen me through the ^Gbad and ^Cgood. And when I'm ^Fhanging by a ^Gstring, ^Cevery little ^Amthing is under^Fstood ^G

He is a ^Fgood ^Cfriend, and he ^Ghas his own ^Amvoice. And you ^Fget what you ^Cgive; som^Getimes it's just ^Cnoise. But ^Fif you treat him ^Cwell he will ^Glast your life ^Amlong. And if you're ^Fhonest and ^Copen well, he will ^Fwrite ^Cyou ^Ga ^Csong.

^FStronger than ^Gsteel and ^Cwood. ^FSeen me through the ^Gbad and ^Cgood. And when I'm ^Fhanging by a ^Gstring, ^Cevery little ^Amthing is unde^Frstood ^G And when I'm ^Fhanging by a ^Gstring, ^Cevery little ^Amthing is unde^Frstood ^G