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?