He was born, in three quarter time When a guitar is play flat The world sing out of to him
A hundred years late but ahead of his time and I swear not a minute too soon
They thought he was crazy Cause he talk to walls At once nobody listened Except me and all
He's a honky tonky hero The ladies all love him He learn to pick country In a rock n' roll band
And he's the cowboy His mamma let grow up to be A good hearted womans Good timin' man
They call him an outlaw When he's only cry Was givin us gold In exchange for our times
So god bless the outlaw And the redhead stranger, his friend And god bless the pickups And guitars, and love when you win
And god, save the music So we'll know where get themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
