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First time I heard Red Headed Stranger
Was in the back of dad's ol' truck
Through the slidin' glass window I begged him to turn it up

Little (local) country station that cleared up round the curves
From Willie, Hag, and Waylon, man, I hung on every word

Here's to all my heroes
That never steered me wrong
(They) gave me words to live by
When I didn't have my own
They sang about love and loss
And stuff that I still don't understand
Here's to all my heroes
Who made me who I am


Lookin' back at all the hell I've raised roads I've travelled down
From LA Freeway to Atlantic City all the way to Guitar Town
Still findin' gold in all that vinyl in every pop and every crack
So I hit the stage and I turn the page and raise another glass

Here's to all my heroes
That never steered me wrong
(They) gave me words to live by
When I didn't have my own
They sang about love and loss
And stuff that I still don't understand
Here's to all my heroes
Who made me who I am

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