We were tunin' up to play a gig just another one night stand I looked over my guitar and there stood an old man His cowboy clothes were frayed and worn and his boots were far from new He said I'd like to sit in with your band I'm a country singer too Well we just had a big laugh And when I looked back at the old man there was a tear in his eye I told the band to cool it I didn't wanna see him cry He reached down and he took my guitar with a determined look on his face But as he started to play and sing a look of sadness took its place He said I've sang my songs from Maine to California Seen the world through the window of a car I never saved a dime back when I made it I always thought someday I'd be a star But now my voice is cracked and no one wants me my wife gave upon me years ago It's been so long my kids don't even know me pickin' and singin' is the only life I know And then he said I wonder if God likes country music will there be a place up there to sing my songs Will he make my fingers nimble like they used to be So I can play the chords and sing along I just stood there none of us really knew what to say He took my guitar and he put it down ever so gently And then as he started to turn and leave The band stood up and applauded and I can still hear his words today he said I wonder if God likes country music...