Letras
Left a note on the motel dresser
Paid the bill in crumpled cash
Sunrise broke the rearview mirror
Drove through the desert in a flash
One hand on the wheel steady
The other wrapped around the neck
Of this old six-string acoustic
That's the only thing I protect
Got a highway map laid out on the seat
Stained with coffee and regret
Chasing the horizon line
Heaven found the finish yet
'Cause it's six strings for the sinner
And a prayer for the saint
Every mile I drive is a confession I can't taint
Got the gospel on the radio
And the blues low in my soul
Searching for a quiet church
That can finally make me whole
Six strings for the sinner
Singing low and singing loud
Trying to lose my old self
In the shifting highway crowd
Pulled into a roadside chapel
Saw the flickering cross of neon light
The preacher's voice was fire and brimstone
Cutting through the long night
Felt the weight of every wrong turn
Every time I broke the vow
But the only honest truth I've got
Is the music that I play now
The guitar's wood is worn and hollow
Just like the heart inside my chest
Guess that's why they call it country
'Cause we put our burdens to the test
'Cause it's six strings for the sinner
And a prayer for the saint
Every mile I drive is a confession I can't taint
Got the gospel on the radio
And the blues low in my soul
Searching for a quiet church
That can finally make me whole
Six strings for the sinner
Singing low and singing loud
Trying to lose my old self
In the shifting highway crowd
I ain't asking for a miracle
Just a moment to stand still
To trade this sin, this restless highway
For the peace upon that hill
Six strings and a saint
Pavon