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