The years have ravaged her body
And her neck is weatherworn and beat
And every crack on her face has a story and a place
But to me she still rings soft and sweet
Never partin’ with Miss Shenandoah Martin

When I wrap my arms around her
She speaks to me in her own way
As she sits upon my lap and soothes my savage soul
And if I fret too much, at times she makes me pay
Put my heart into my Shenandoah Martin

Don’t matter if I’m low or flyin’
She’s right there by my bed at my beck and call
Though the action’s not as close as it was when we were young
Every time I pick her up, she gives her all
I’ve been blessed to know a Shenandoah Martin