More Than Just This Song

	作曲 : Paisley, Wariner
	作词 : PAISLEY, BRAD/WARINER, STEVE
	(feat. Steve Wariner)
	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 its 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 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 we every stage we roll
	With every note we play even though there gone
	They live on
	They live on

	zuò qǔ : Paisley, Wariner
	zuò cí : PAISLEY, BRAD WARINER, STEVE
	feat. Steve Wariner
	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 its 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 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 we every stage we roll
	With every note we play even though there gone
	They live on
	They live on