Lyrics

Me and my guitar at the bus stop in the rain
Waiting who knows how much longer, once again it's late and I might have to catch the train
Play the Polish anthem for a stranger with a face -- half erased with sheer exhaustion and a wish for better days maybe I'll say things will get better someday when I know her name
Here it comes

Climb on plucky hearted fingerboard
Yeah ride on hills are made of up and downs you might think will never end next thing you know you've made a friend that sticks with you just like me and my guitar

Me and my guitar at the truck stop on the curb
Cigarettes in both my pockets and a penny in the dirt
Sunlight's leaking through a crack in my sunglasses and my back still kinda hurts
Winslow Arizona's just two hours up the road
Lucky that I made it South before Dakota snow broke the sound board on this Martin I don't own

Climb on rusty spotted running boards
Drive on dusty lot of Peterbilt towns
Angus in the cattle rack and diesel exhaust smoke stacking the revolution never coming back for me and my guitar

Me and my guitar on a headstone in the clover eight days in the hospital and now the struggle's over
Prairie roads are dangerous even if you're sober all the time
Girl without a daddy, box without a key, standing all alone in the cemetery
The weeping of the willow tree can teach you how to sing if you're listening

Climb on branches ladders to the sky
Fly on meadowlark reminding you horizon's a receding illusion just like your grieving not alone if you're still singing and you've still got a guitar

Climb on plucky hearted fingerboard
Yeah ride on hills are made of up and downs you might think will never end next thing you know you've made a friend that sticks with you just like me and my guitar