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