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Up at Henry’s Bar & Grill |
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On the north side of town |
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I saw a man reach up to heaven |
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And pull a song on down |
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To a smoke filled room of misfits |
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Young and old and big and small |
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And with the laughing eyes of the Buddha |
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He shared it with us all |
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And every soul in that roadhouse |
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Felt the power of his song |
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Through life’s joys and sorrows |
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He brought us together as one |
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They called him “God’s own yodeler, |
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The Pavarotti of the plains” |
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There’s no bigger voice in Texas |
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Don Walser was his name |
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He was raised out in Lamesa |
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Just a boy when his mamma died |
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With daddy at the mill all night |
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In that empty house he cried |
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He’d climb up in the oak tree |
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To sing his broken heart |
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The neighbors gathered in the yard |
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Listening in the dark |
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Singing songs about West Texas |
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Cowboys and old John Deeres |
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Rodeos and drive-ins |
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And the thrill of teenage years |
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They called him “God’s own yodeler, |
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The Pavarotti of the plains” |
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There’s no bigger voice in Texas |
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Don Walser was his name |
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From the honky-tonks and dance halls |
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To the grand ole opery |
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Don Walser brought a smile |
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To every fan who came to see |
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Now it’s oxygen and wheelchairs |
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And trips to the docs in town |
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The stays kept getting longer |
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He knew he was glory bound |
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My friend, your work is done here |
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And I’d say you did it well |
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Your voice rings down from heaven |
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All the way to the devil himself |
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And now you’re God’s own yodeler |
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High above the Texas plains |
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We miss you here in Austin |
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With love we speak you name |
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