[Verse 1]
There's a warm wind a-blowin'
And a burnin' sun droppin' down
At the end of time I'll be rockin'
In a wooden chair like I'm still starin' at a crowd
'Cause this road I've traveled has been long and full of heartache
But the heartache's gone when nobody's around
When them Hollywood lights all go dim and California looks like a dead town
You know where I'll be found
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains
With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train
And my songs will always live down in the country (Country)
Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
When the words from the past speak up so loud (Speak up so loud)
Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice
The voice from a legend in the south (In the south)
[Verse 2]
When I'm fifty years old I'll be on my back porch
Smokin' me a fuckin' stogie about the size of a torch
Gettin' pulled to rock music that's vibratin' the place
'Til the neighbors call the police on my dirty white ass
Yeah, I figured you thought this was the talkin' blues
Yeah, it's talkin' blues just in my shit-kick boots
I like to say stuff like 'fuck you' and some more
That's why you won't find my album at a Walmart store
Yeah, I'm the white horse that won't let nobody ride
No saddle for my back for the next half ass guy
Nobody yankin' my reins or stoppin' the go
I gallop with hooves courted in forty-niner gold
Yeah, I'm the cheap ugly mutt that's faster than the million dollar quarter horse
And there ain't no catchin' me, it's a no go
I so grown into bein' the old soul so this soul goes
And the time ain't fadin' not none of my fuckin' vocals
There's a warm wind a-blowin'
And a burnin' sun droppin' down
At the end of time I'll be rockin'
In a wooden chair like I'm still starin' at a crowd
'Cause this road I've traveled has been long and full of heartache
But the heartache's gone when nobody's around
When them Hollywood lights all go dim and California looks like a dead town
You know where I'll be found
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains
With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train
And my songs will always live down in the country (Country)
Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
When the words from the past speak up so loud (Speak up so loud)
Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice
The voice from a legend in the south (In the south)
[Verse 2]
When I'm fifty years old I'll be on my back porch
Smokin' me a fuckin' stogie about the size of a torch
Gettin' pulled to rock music that's vibratin' the place
'Til the neighbors call the police on my dirty white ass
Yeah, I figured you thought this was the talkin' blues
Yeah, it's talkin' blues just in my shit-kick boots
I like to say stuff like 'fuck you' and some more
That's why you won't find my album at a Walmart store
Yeah, I'm the white horse that won't let nobody ride
No saddle for my back for the next half ass guy
Nobody yankin' my reins or stoppin' the go
I gallop with hooves courted in forty-niner gold
Yeah, I'm the cheap ugly mutt that's faster than the million dollar quarter horse
And there ain't no catchin' me, it's a no go
I so grown into bein' the old soul so this soul goes
And the time ain't fadin' not none of my fuckin' vocals
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