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