I can feel your arms around me like it was yesterday
I can feel your breathing next to me and hear your laughter gay
You tried to tell me what was right and I told you what was real
All I ever live for now is this piece of wood and steel

In a world that's full of trouble a world that's full of pain
Lord many fall beside the road and they never rise again
Many more are bending low or broken at the wheel
All I need to carry on is this piece of wood and steel

I was born my mother's only son she loves me all she can
But there isn't much to say to her since I became a man
And I often met the devil but I never made a deal
I just thank the Lord for hands to play this piece of wood and steel

Its face is scarred and beaten like the ragged clothes I wear
Like the body that God gave me I might give it better care
But I play it for the ladies and I play it for a meal
I play the strings just to hear 'em ring of this piece of wood and steel

I'm growing tired of searching now there's something much I crave
Give or take a little time and you can write it on my grave
There's nothing more I care to own nothing left to feel
All I ever wanted was this piece of wood and steel

I can feel your arms around me like it was yesterday
I can feel your breathing next to me and hear your laughter gay
You tried to tell me what was right and I told you what was real
All I ever live for now is this piece of wood and steel
In a world that's full of trouble a world that's full of pain
Lord many fall beside the road and they never rise again
Many more are bending low or broken at the wheel
All I need to carry on is this piece of wood and steel

I was born my mother's only son she loves me all she can
But there isn't much to say to her since I became a man
And I often met the devil but I never made a deal
I just thank the Lord for hands to play this piece of wood and steel
(I'll be playing this guitar till the day I die)

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp.
Writer(s): Richard Dobson