I’m an old guitar, won’t stay in tune Worn-out, faded, not fit for you But I want to be played by the unseen hand To make a good noise in the hallelujah band. There was a place in the pines A little spot, I called it mine Just a child but I knew somehow I know I’d never find it now. I’m an old guitar with broken strings And tarnished surface, not fit for kings But I want to be played by the unseen hand To make a good noise in the hallelujah band. I stood next to the tracks Just to feel something pushing back Tearing through each doubt and sin The train was an iron wind. Rio Grande This place plays tricks on me I don’t know why I’m here So peaceful and serene But it only brings me tears, Good lord it only brings me tears. My bad luck boots And my hard luck hand My coal black thoughts Reappear, reprimand And hold my head To the silt, to the sand, To the bone-white dead Of the Rio Grande.