Old Hank was a drifter passing through He stayed long enough to cry the blues Acquainted with the bottle He knew the good Lord too Hank was drifter passing through Lefty was an oil rigger's son He felt every word he ever sung And when it came to singin', Lord He showed them how it's done Old Lefty was an oil rigger's son They broke the ground On the road that we go down today Like a train whistle passing their voices are starting to fade There are some who sing their praises, others tip their hats But it seems like we owe 'em more than that Marty painted pictures with a song El Paso made the whole world sing along With the story of Felina and the cowboy in her arms Marty painted pictures with a song Waylon was the outlaw of our time Not afraid to lay it on the line He went against the grain And he always spoke his mind Waylon was the outlaw of our time They broke the ground On the road that we go down today Like a train whistle passing their voices are starting to fade There are some who sing their praises, others tip their hats But it seems like we owe 'em more than that There are some who sing their praises, others tip their hats But it seems like we owe 'em more than that But it seems like we owe 'em more than that We all know we owe 'em more than that Yeah, we do © SONY/ATV SONGS D/B/A TREE PUBG CO; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com