Ode to Jimmy

Well, he rode into town on a Greyhound from Sneedville, Tennessee To the back door of the Ryman for the Grand Ole Opry There might've been a few other folks with a good ol' country song But I never felt the jig until ol' Jimmy came along He'd play it high and lonesome, beat that guitar half to death And when he'd hit the high notes, that whole crowd would hold their breath He could belt it out like no one else when he stepped up the scene But I don't think Jimmy Martin ever changed a guitar string It was his way or the highway, wasn't nowhere in between With a right hand like a hammer, he was top dog on the scene Widow maker, freeborn man, and I'd like to be 60 He can bring them to their feet with that ol' truck driver's scream He'd play it high and lonesome, beat that guitar half to death And when he'd hit the high notes, that whole crowd would hold their breath He could belt it out like no one else when he stepped up the scene But I don't think Jimmy Martin ever changed a guitar string He'd play it high and lonesome, beat that guitar half to death A paisley coat, a houndstooth hat, and ol' Red Se7en on his breath Sometimes he'd act the fool, but we all knew who was the king But I don't think Jimmy Martin ever changed a guitar string Now I'm still a fan, and I miss the man, but you don't know a thing If you think Jimmy Martin ever change a guitar string Lord, Lord