I
got home from a long day, put on the radio Lookin' for some country soul, but
I don't find it, no They dress the part and they talk
the talk You know they've been taught to
walk the walk These boys think they're tough
like they been robbin' banks
Cause
they name drop Johnny Cash and they name drop poor old Hank
Hey pretty boy in the baseball hat You couldn't hit country with a
baseball bat It's about bein' true to what's
inside You say you're an outlaw with your
perfect boots That you got from your record
label's image group Sing
another man's song with a big drum loop
Listen, son, you ain't got a clue You can't buy true, tell you what
they should do They should outlaw you
Let me paint a picture for you,
Nashville in '62 The formula had proven true, they
didn't let nothing new through When Waylon came to town, they
didn't like his original sound They tried hard to keep him down,
they tried hard to starve him out But he kept playin' shows and
pressin' on, chippin' away, song by song After
years and years of struggling strong, he got his chance and he took it
to number one With "This Time" back in '74, with
his band in the back and four on the
floor That one record busted down the
door and the record labels had the
control no more
Then
in '76 came the Outlaws record, sold the first million in country music
ever Those old boys with long hair and
braids stayed true to the south
And all these years later, the suits got back their grip They took the outlaw concept and
they re-packaged it
One night last summer we were camped at
ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the Rockies of
Lost Lake, Colorado. And as the fire burned low and only a few glowing
embers remained, we laid on our backs all warm in our sleeping bags and
looked up at the stars
And as I felt myself falling into the
vastness of the Universe, I thought about things, and places, and times
I thought about the time my grandma told
me what to say when I saw the evening star. You know, Star light, star
bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have
the wish I wish tonight
The air is crystal-clear up here; that's
why you can see a million stars
I remember a time a bunch of us were in a
canyon of the Green River in Wyoming; it was a night like this. And we
had our rafts pulled up on the bank an' turned over so we could sleep
on 'em, and one of the guys from New York said, "Hey! Look at the smog
in the sky! Smog clear out here in the sticks!" And somebody said,
"Hey, Joe, that's not smog; that's the Milky Way."
Joe had never seen the Milky Way
And we saw the Northern Lights once, in
the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana. They're like flames from some
prehistoric campfire, leaping and dancing in the sky and changing
colors. Red to gold, and blue to violet... Aurora Borealis. It's like
the equinox, the changing of the seasons. Summer to fall, young to old,
then to now. And then tomorrow...
And then everyone was asleep, except me.
And as I saw the morning star come up over the mountains, I realized
that life is just a collection of memories. And memories are like
starlight: they go on forever
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Listening to this sad song with the heavy voice of Johnny Cash
