I guess I still write songs and play guitar in hopes that I'd
Make my daddy proud
He's been gone a long long time but you know
I wish he was still around
I'd love to play along with him again
And show him all the licks I've learned
I've been through his old songbooks
And I didn't leave a page unturned
I'd sit and pick a G run while he strummed
Along with a heavy right hand
Maybe I'd have him come out to a show
And even sit in with the band
I can almost hear our voices as they joined
In that old church harmony
And I'd ask him to say a prayer for
Everything I do that's harmin' me
Even though he had to die
For me to be the man that I've become
I'd give anything to hear him sing again
Don't take your guns to town, son
I cried when Mr. Hall told his dad he'd call
And promised him he'd write
Sometimes an old song can feel too real
When it hits you just right
I ain't been home for much of nothing now
In seven years or more
And I'd get out of my head if I could
Find the will to just kick down the door
Even though he's gone I thank the Lord
That he played a good role
But I'd do anything to sing with him again
What would you give in exchange for your soul
What would you give
In exchange
What would you give
In exchange
What would you give in exchange for your soul?
For if today
God should call you away
What would you give
In exchange for your soul?