Good Coat & Guitar

I've got three worn stickers on this sunburst wood

And the strap is held together where the leather stood

And I'm looking past the spotlights to the folding chairs

To the one who taught me how to say my prayers Three

years of driving with a heavy load

But tonight we are at the end of that gravel road

And there you are sitting in your Sunday best

With your hands folded tight

across your chest

(oh-oh-oh) And the miles we ran,

and the tears we cried

They are sitting right there

by your side

In the third row,

wearing your good coat

I am singing every single word you wrote

With the guitar that was yours

before it was mine

We made it to the finish line

Remember cooking on the passenger seat

Now we've got a whole crowd on their feet

But I only see the shine

of your tear-stained eyes

Underneath these Grand Ole

Opry skies

In the third row,

wearing your good coat

(yeah-yeah) I am singing every single word you wrote

With the guitar that was yours

before it was mine

We made it to the finish line

Yeah, we made it to the line

(hummmm) Your good coat