Owe Them More Than That
Old Hank was a drifter passing thro',
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 old ragged son,
Je felt every word he ever sang,
And when it came to see him,
Lord, he showed them how it's done,
Old Lefty was an old ragged 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 phrases, 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 phrases, others tip their hats,
But it seems like we owe 'em more than that.
There are some who sing their phrases, others tip their hats,
But it seems like we owe 'em more than that.
yeah seems like we owe 'em more than that
we all know we owe 'em more than that
Yeah, we'll do...
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 old ragged son,
Je felt every word he ever sang,
And when it came to see him,
Lord, he showed them how it's done,
Old Lefty was an old ragged 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 phrases, 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 phrases, others tip their hats,
But it seems like we owe 'em more than that.
There are some who sing their phrases, others tip their hats,
But it seems like we owe 'em more than that.
yeah seems like we owe 'em more than that
we all know we owe 'em more than that
Yeah, we'll do...
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Jerome Martin, Roger Alan Springer, Clessie Lee Morrissette, John Guess
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.