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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

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