I remember being 14 years old
Sitting on the floor with an old victrola
Blasting the tracks of the past from the man in black, yeah

I was a boy named sue with a Tennessee flat top box on my lap, couldn’t play but I wouldn’t stop
Singing along, to an old country song couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket

But yeah
I learned to smoke like willy
Ramble like hank and gamble like Kenny
I’ve staggered just like Haggard
Waylon helped me hide my stash
Yeah
I got a slow hand like twitty
No show jones but I’m coming to your city
I walk the line and look real good in black
But I’ll never be cool as Cash


I hit the road and I wrote a few tunes
Played a show and I found my muse
She was out singin loud in the balcony
Now we’re like Johnny and June

But there ain’t any other way I’d have it
Catching hell for my bad habits

But yeah
I learned to smoke like willy
Ramble like hank and gamble like Kenny
I’ve staggered just like Haggard
Waylon helped me hide my stash
Yeah
I got a slow hand like twitty
No show jones but I’m coming to your city
I walk the line and look real good in black
But I’ll never be cool as Cash