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There's a warm wind ablowin' 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 Because 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 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) When 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) 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 kicked boots I like to say stuff like 'fuck you' and some more Letras de cancionesThat'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 and forty-nine are gold Yeah, I'm the cheap ugly mutt that's faster than them million dollar quarter horse in name No catchin' me is a no go I so grown into bein' the old soul so this goes in time and the fadin' None of my fuckin' vocals 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 When 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 Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice The voice from a legend in the south Well I'm obsessed with trucks and cars way too loud Dump women if they don't like country sounds Like Elvis, Johnny Cash, and a little bit of Waylon Jennings (You know that's true) I still sip well water right out of the hose I smoke so much weed that my eyes are closed I write songs fucked up like I'm kin to old George Jones (Old George Jones) Yeah, most the time I'm higher than a kite And my arms are wings and I'm takin' flight And don't plan on stoppin' 'til I run outta gas or crash (That'd be bad) Yeah, my tattoos look like absolute shit And my teeth are crooked as a crackhead's chin But my knuckles still feel like a boat build Ford Tough (It's enough) 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 When 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 Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice The voice from a legend in the south From Letras Mania