You Better Get It While You Can (The Ballad of Carl Martin)

I remember when I met Carl Martin

It must have been a dozen years ago

This wise old gent was grey and bent

But his eyes had a fiery glow

He was born April Fool's Day of 1906

Near Big Stone Gap, VA

He could play a little fiddle

And some blues guitar that he'd picked up along the way

But, Jethro, once he put his hands on the mandolin

He lit up just like a Christmas tree

Along with Ted Bogan and Howard Armstrong

They were the best string band I ever did see

Now for fifty odd years they played rent parties

Road houses, concerts and festivals too

At the drop of a hat these three black cats

Would play you every song they knew

It was Lady Be Good and The Barnyard Dance

And The Ice Cream Freezer Blues

Now, they'd trot the oldest chestnuts out

And make every one sound brand new

And the little white boys with their shiny guitars

Would follow right along at their heels

They learned all the words and they learned all the chords

But they never did learn how it feels

Now one night I asked Carl where he got the fire

And he said, 'Steve, you've got to understand

If you want to be someone, you better have some fun

And you better get it while you can.'

You better get it while you can

You better get it while you can

If you wait too long, it'll all be gone

And you'll be sorry then

It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor

And it's the same for a woman or a man

From the cradle to the crypt

Is a mighty short trip

So you better get it while you can

Carl always had a way to make the good times roll

When the rest of us weren't so sure

He'd just pick out the prettiest woman in the room

And then he'd sing every song to her

Now, one night back East when the gig was done

There was an all night blow-out jam

We played and we sang and we drank for hours

Until the sun came up again

It was blues and ballads, Ragtime, Dixieland, Swing

Some old time show tunes

And then Carl Martin sang some songs nobody else knew

And some I haven't heard since then

But right before dawn he did two more songs

Just to separate the strong from the faint

It was a red-hot rendition of The Old Pine Tree

And a double-time version of The Saints

(With the mandolin behind his head)

And when he was done those of us who could still breathe

Took off our hats to that man

Carl had played everybody under the table that night

And he said, 'You better get it while you can'

You better get it while you can

You better get it while you can

If you wait too long, it'll all be gone

And you'll be sorry then

It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor

And it's the same for a woman or a man

From the cradle to the crypt

Is a mighty short trip

So you better get it while you can

You know Carl and his buddies never got too far

When he died Martin didn't have a dime

He was a little behind in his payments

And a little bit ahead of his time

Last week some so-called musicians

Stayed up real late and burned one down

The liquor kept coming, so we kept strumming

Til a minute or two before dawn

There were those who stayed and those who faded

But soon I was left all alone

Now I don't believe in ghosts - but I could swear

I heard Carl Martin singing one more song

You better get it while you can

You better get it while you can

If you wait too long, it'll all be gone

And you'll be sorry then

It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor

And it's the same for a woman or a man

From the cradle to the crypt

Is a mighty short trip

So you better get it while you can

You better get it while you can