By Richard Dobson



I CAN FEEL YOUR ARMS AROUND ME

LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY

I CAN FEEL YOUR HEARING 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

THE PIECE OF WOOD AND STEEL



IT'S 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

ON THIS PIECE OF WOOD AND STEEL



I'M GROWING TIRED OF SEARCHING NOW

THERE'S NOTHING 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



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

THE PIECE OF WOOD AND STEEL



I'LL BE PLAYING THIS GUITAR TILL THE DAY I DIE