Hello, I'm Johnny Cash   One night I had a backstage pass   To a Willie Nelson show      There were wackoes and weirdoes and dingbats and dodoes   And athletes and movie stars and David Allan Coe   There was leather and lace and every minority race   With a backstage pass to the Willie Nelson show      Kristofferson got an offer for a movie   Promoters closed another deal or two   Waylon got a call from his son Shooter   And he went home the minute he was through      I moved with the mob at intermission   To the green room where you see who you can see   There were has-been's and would-be's and never-were's   Paupers, punks and millionaires and me      And there were wackoes and weirdoes and dingbats and dodoes   And athletes and movie stars and David Allan Coe   There was leather and lace and every minority race   With a backstage pass to the Willie Nelson show      Hell's Angels blocked the traffic to the building   In order for the beer truck to come through   And waitin' in the wings to sing with Willie   Were hopeful stars of flickering magnitude      There was a singer Willie knew back in the fifties   Who once paid him fifty dollars for a song   There were women who once did and some who still would   I heard one ask, "Did Connie come along?"      And there were wackoes and weirdoes and dingbats and dodoes   And athletes and movie stars and David Allan Coe   Leather and lace and every minority race   With a backstage pass to the Willie Nelson show      I wish, you could've been there   But maybe you were