Lyrics

Halfway between the Donut Stop and Becker's Hardware Store
In a picture perfect town off Highway Thirty Four
He'd be sittin' on his favorite chair in a faded baseball cap
Singin' songs about the life he lived with a Martin on his lap

The walls inside his music shop were lined with fine guitars
When we got to try one out it was like reachin' for the stars
It's almost like a movie I'm watchin' frame by frame
Who knew six strings could change our lives and we'd never be the same

'Cause there was magic in the sound when everybody gathered 'round
Once the music started time would stop
And no one ever really cared if we played country, blues or rock
Down at Bullet Bob's Custom Guitar Shop

Anyone was welcome to come in and play along
It was all about the moment it was all about the song
Holdin' those guitars was holdin' heaven in our hands
Made us feel like we were legends in our instant homegrown bands

'Cause there was magic in the sound when everybody gathered 'round
Once the music started time would stop
And no one ever really cared if we played country, blues or rock
Down at Bullet Bob's Custom Guitar Shop


Now when you drive down Highway Thirty Four
The sign is gone for the music store
And that picture perfect town isn't perfect anymore

'Cause there was magic in the sound when everybody gathered 'round
Once the music started time would stop
And no one ever really cared if we played country, blues or rock
Down at Bullet Bob's Custom Guitar Shop

No one ever payed attention to the clock
Down at Bullet Bob's Custom Guitar Shop

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