[Verse 1] I heard your name at the county line On a hand-painted sign by the harvest barn They said you play till the last train shines With a weathered six-string and a lucky charm I drove past fields where the red clay shows Past a church bell ringing down the road Every porch had a story, everybody knows You’re the one they call when the night gets low [Pre-Chorus] Tell me where you’re hiding, tell me where you roam I’ve got a song half-written and I need to bring it home [Chorus] I’m hunting for that old guitar picker from Arkansas The one with a pocket full of thunder and a heart without a pause If you see him, tell him I’ve been waiting by the sawmill door I need one more verse from that old guitar picker from Arkansas [Verse 2] They said he wears a denim coat in July Keeps a silver pick tucked under his tongue He can make a broken-hearted woman testify And turn a tired room young I found a bent-up photograph in a general store Three chords scribbled on the back in blue It said, “When you find what you’re looking for, Play it loud enough to find you too.” [Pre-Chorus] Tell me where you’re hiding, tell me where you roam I’ve got a song half-written and I need to bring it home [Chorus] I’m hunting for that old guitar picker from Arkansas The one with a pocket full of thunder and a heart without a pause If you see him, tell him I’ve been waiting by the sawmill door I need one more verse from that old guitar picker from Arkansas [Bridge] Then a low note rolled from the old feed mill A guitar answered from the hill That sax cried out like a train in the dark And there he stood with a matchbox spark [Saxophone Solo] [Final Chorus] I found that old guitar picker from Arkansas He had river dust on his boots and a grin that broke the laws He played my unfinished song, and every missing piece was there Now the whole town sings for that old guitar picker from Arkansas [Outro] Play it once for the road, play it twice for the dawn Let the strings keep talking after everybody’s gone
