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He tuned his old Gibson right next to the kitchen 
Till he was called up to the mic
He said I finally got Jolene out of hock
And I wrote down this new song last night 

	Thank God for women who ain’t after money 
	For coffee and trusty old cars 
	Thank God for strangers with stories worth tellin’
	Holed up in old roadside bars 
	Thank God for Willy Johnny and Waylon 
	Small stages and heavy tip jars
	And for music and beer and allaya here
	And thank God for this pawnshop guitar 

He sang of his mother and two little brothers 
And how they all wanted him home 
Did his best to explain how you can’t walk away 
From a dream that won’t leave you alone 

T’ward the end of the tune I looked ‘round the room 
Just as some big biker yawned 
But the rest of the crowd got up and got loud
And we all started singin’ along

CHORUS

He hung out a few hours made a few dollars
Sold a few homemade CDs
Put a buck in the jukebox played “Luckenbach Texas” 
And he left with me and Jolene, singin’

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Thank God for women who ain’t after money 
For coffee and trusty old cars 
And for music and beer and allaya here
And thank God for this pawnshop guitar