Like a boat on a river this bus is floating down this old highway,
Looking out the window I think about how I got here today,
Anyone who's anywhere had some help getting there, it's true,
And one of the reasons why I get to do the things I do,,
I met this angel with callused hands who led this boy to his band,
Under his wing I learned to fly on these 6 strings through this life,
You can hear them in my playing although he's gone,
And I owe him so much more than just this song,,
Like a leaf that had fallen I was drifting down the stream,
Mr. Guitar came into my life and let me live this dream,
His old gretch still speaking, its teaching all of us a ton,
He was my friend and my hero all wrapped up in one,,
I met this angel with callused hands who lead this naive boy into his band,
Under his wing I learned to fly on his 6 strings into the night,
I can still hear him playing although he's gone,
And I owe him so much more than just this song,,
Every face we see from every stage we roll,
With every note we play even though they're gone,
They live on, they live on