Lyrics

Halfway from Tucson to Yuma Arizona
There's a little desert town called Gila Bend
Main street was not the only street in town
But it seemed like it might as well have been

The only bar in town is by the hotel on the corner
A dingy little dive called Della Mae’s
As dusty as the desert and just as lonesome too
But for a cold one, Della Mae’s would do

Hanging from a hook, on the wall above the bar
A relic from another time, an old beat-up guitar
It looked like it was dragged to hell and back
Down a gravel road

The finish was all worn off and it was full of dust
The strap was broke and the strings all had some rust
Della said C’mon boy let’s see what you can do
Somehow that thing was perfectly in tune

I started playing some old country songs I knew
Nothing very fancy — just three chords and the truth
But I got so lost in the magic of that sound
I tried but I just could not put it down

Hanging from a hook, on the wall above the bar
A relic from another time, an old beat-up guitar
It looked like it was dragged to hell and back
Down a gravel road

When I looked up that bar was packed with folks from near and far
Word got out that someone was playing Jeb’s guitar
Jeb was Della’s only son, went to war in Iraq
But only his guitar made it back

Hanging from a hook, on the wall above the bar
A relic from another time, an old beat-up guitar
It looked like it was dragged to hell and back
Down a gravel road

If you are ever in Arizona, between Tucson and Yuma
Make time for a little stop in Gila Bend
Have a cold beer at Della Mae’s and while you’re at the bar,
Play a song for Della, on her son’s guitar