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