He was born in the woods,
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Torn from his home.
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Well, he was naked,
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And destined
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To be out on his own.
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And he waited in darkness,
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Hoping someone might see,
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From something so rough,
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What a treasure he'd be.
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Stronger than steel and wood.
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Seen me through the bad and good.
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And when I'm hanging by a string,
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Every little thing
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Is understood
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Between Martin and me.
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Well he's hollow in the middle
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From the shape that he's in.
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He's either filled up with music
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Or locked in his shell again.
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And it takes some fine tuning
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To make him come around,
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But he's a huge piece of me
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And I'll never put him down.
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Stronger than steel and wood.
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Seen me through the bad and good.
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And when I'm hanging by a string,
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Every little thing
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Is understood
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Between Martin and me.
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He is a good friend,
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And he has his own voice.
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And you get what you give;
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Sometimes it's just noise.
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But if you treat him well
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He will last your life long.
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And if you're honest and open
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Well, he will write you a song.
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(Write you a song, write you a song)
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Stronger than steel and wood.
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Seen me through the bad and good.
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And when I'm hanging by a string,
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Every little thing
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Is understood
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And when I'm hanging by a string,
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Every little thing
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Is understood
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Between Martin and me.
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Martin (Live)
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Zac Brown Band |