my heroes are all passing
I suppose its just my age
but so many are gone
from my life’s music stage
at seventy nine and counting he’s
hung up his spurs and is gone.
thats the way of the world,
time moving inexorably on.
born of dust bowl okies from
the time of the grapes of wrath
old hag did it his way
beat his own path.
a man out of control
for so many years,
in the words of his song brought
his mamma so many tears
residing in san quentin
he heard johnny cash play
and that live concert helped
turn his life around that day
a drunkard, a brawler a jailbird
somehow the artist broke through
pardoned by ronnie reagan
he made the music true
when nashville dominated
old hag and a few kicked ass
and the more trad bakersfield
era quickly came to pass.
influencing many young artists
just starting to be around
he helped change country music
with that bakersfield sound.
a patriot, a redneck, a worker
for so many years it seems
the man and his music
influenced my american dreams
my heroes are all passing
yet another one gone
today i’ll play his tracks
in respect for his moving on.
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Hag 6/4/37 - 6/4/16 (American Dreams)
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