Looking For My Martin Guitar by Gerry Segal Artisan Songs published on 2019-10-27T20:15:32Z lyrics: Twenty, July 69, Houston is Calling Woodstock was coming soon Armstrong walking on the moon I was walking near and far Looking for my lost guitar On a hot Crete afternoon At small Greek farms and local bars I followed every lead I could People glued to their tv No one was expecting me They opened up and let me in This mangy, motely American I was Looking for my Martin guitar Friendly eyes, friendly vibes I met along the way For all the times that my country’s fallen short I was proud that day The first house a young family shared a bottle of Metaxa That moon walk space mans dignity Just seems to have rained down on me A drink or so, I let them know I took no credit for the glory I was just looking for my Martin Guitar At each house I was honored with Another bottle of Metaxa As I stumbled from door to door I forgot what I came there for In that hazy, happy towns embrace I took full credit for the trip in space I gave up on my Martin Guitar Friendly eyes, friendly vibes I met along the way For all the times that my country’s fallen short I was proud that day Twenty July 69, Houston is Calling I was looking for my Martin Guitar Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter