Old Hank was a drifter passing thro'
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 old ragged son
Je felt every word he ever sang
And when it came to see him
Lord, he showed them how it's done
Old Lefty was an old ragged 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 phrases
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 phrases
Others tip their hats
But it seems like we owe 'em more than that

Yeah, we'll do