Letra
Ver letra con acordes
More Than Just This Song
By: Brad Paisley with Steve Wariner
Intro. : - - -
Stanza I:
Like a boat on the river, this bus is floatin’ down this old highway
Lookin out the window, I think about how I got here today
Anyone who’s anywhere had some help gettin’ there it’s true
And one of the reasons why I get to do the things I do
Chorus I:
I met this angel with callous hands who let this boy into his band
Under his wing, I learned to fly on these six strings through this life
You can hear him in my playin’ although he’s gone
And I owe him so much more just this song
Stanza II:
Like a leaf that had fallen, I was driftin’ down the stream
Mister guitar came into my life and let me build this dream
His old Gretch’s still speakin’, it’s teachin’ all of us a ton
He was my (A)friend and my hero all wrapped up in one
Chorus II:
I met this angel with callous hands who let this naïve boy into his band
Under his wing I learned to fly on these six strings into the light
I can still hear him playin’ although he’s gone
And I owe him so much more than just this song
Bridge:
Every fake we see from every take we roll
With every note we play even though they’re gone
They live on,
they ive on...
By: Brad Paisley with Steve Wariner
Intro. : - - -
Stanza I:
Like a boat on the river, this bus is floatin’ down this old highway
Lookin out the window, I think about how I got here today
Anyone who’s anywhere had some help gettin’ there it’s true
And one of the reasons why I get to do the things I do
Chorus I:
I met this angel with callous hands who let this boy into his band
Under his wing, I learned to fly on these six strings through this life
You can hear him in my playin’ although he’s gone
And I owe him so much more just this song
Stanza II:
Like a leaf that had fallen, I was driftin’ down the stream
Mister guitar came into my life and let me build this dream
His old Gretch’s still speakin’, it’s teachin’ all of us a ton
He was my (A)friend and my hero all wrapped up in one
Chorus II:
I met this angel with callous hands who let this naïve boy into his band
Under his wing I learned to fly on these six strings into the light
I can still hear him playin’ although he’s gone
And I owe him so much more than just this song
Bridge:
Every fake we see from every take we roll
With every note we play even though they’re gone
They live on,
they ive on...