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Driving west along the coast, Port Angeles behind
Hoping for Astoria if fortune’s on our side
A tank of gas and one good amp, a promise from a friend
Not calling it a last chance, we’re still trying to pretend
God loves old guitars, god loves old guitars
Especially with a couple of beers in rundown country bars
We know you have your troubles, lord, but you still have time for ours
And we know you’re listening closely when they’re played on old guitars
South when we hit water, we couldn’t run too far
Lost our drummer and a mic in a bad run of cards
Knowing luck might ditch us around just any bend
We weren’t surprised in Hoquiam, she abandoned us again
God loves old guitars, god loves old guitars
Especially with a couple of beers in rundown country bars
We know you have your troubles, lord, but you still have time for ours
And we know you’re listening closely when they’re played on old guitars
We limped along ‘til Aberdeen, that’s where we’re set to stay
Found a park, we won’t get towed, and a bar that lets us play
And though nobody’s listening, there’s no money to speak of
The only one can help us now might be listening up above
God loves old guitars, god loves old guitars
Especially with a couple of beers in rundown country bars
We know you have your troubles, lord, but you still have time for ours
And we know you’re listening closely when they’re played on old guitars
We know you have your troubles, lord, but help us please with ours
We’re trying the only prayer we know, playing on old guitars
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