God's Own Yodeler - Slaid Cleaves.lrc

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[00:12.06]Up at Henry’s Bar & Grill
[00:14.61]On the north side of town
[00:17.32]I saw a man reach up to heaven
[00:19.98]And pull a song on down
[00:22.80]To a smoke filled room of misfits
[00:25.18]Young and old and big and small
[00:27.94]And with the laughing eyes of the Buddha
[00:30.67]He shared it with us all
[00:33.66]And every soul in that roadhouse
[00:37.27]Felt the power of his song
[00:40.06]Through life’s joys and sorrows
[00:42.71]He brought us together as one
[00:45.43]They called him “God’s own yodeler,
[00:48.06]The Pavarotti of the plains”
[00:50.55]There’s no bigger voice in Texas
[00:53.19]Don Walser was his name
[01:00.14]He was raised out in Lamesa
[01:02.60]Just a boy when his mamma died
[01:05.42]With daddy at the mill all night
[01:08.03]In that empty house he cried
[01:10.98]He’d climb up in the oak tree
[01:13.29]To sing his broken heart
[01:16.23]The neighbors gathered in the yard
[01:18.91]Listening in the dark
[01:22.95]Singing songs about West Texas
[01:25.37]Cowboys and old John Deeres
[01:28.35]Rodeos and drive-ins
[01:30.81]And the thrill of teenage years
[01:33.39]They called him “God’s own yodeler,
[01:35.93]The Pavarotti of the plains”
[01:38.56]There’s no bigger voice in Texas
[01:41.21]Don Walser was his name
[01:48.04]
[02:30.82]From the honky-tonks and dance halls
[02:33.37]To the grand ole opery
[02:36.15]Don Walser brought a smile
[02:38.66]To every fan who came to see
[02:41.55]Now it’s oxygen and wheelchairs
[02:44.02]And trips to the docs in town
[02:46.78]The stays kept getting longer
[02:49.32]He knew he was glory bound
[02:53.55]My friend, your work is done here
[02:55.99]And I’d say you did it well
[02:58.87]Your voice rings down from heaven
[03:01.32]All the way to the devil himself
[03:04.06]And now you’re God’s own yodeler
[03:06.67]High above the Texas plains
[03:09.21]We miss you here in Austin
[03:11.94]With love we speak you name
[03:16.72]
文本歌词
Up at Henry’s Bar & Grill
On the north side of town
I saw a man reach up to heaven
And pull a song on down
To a smoke filled room of misfits
Young and old and big and small
And with the laughing eyes of the Buddha
He shared it with us all
And every soul in that roadhouse
Felt the power of his song
Through life’s joys and sorrows
He brought us together as one
They called him “God’s own yodeler,
The Pavarotti of the plains”
There’s no bigger voice in Texas
Don Walser was his name
He was raised out in Lamesa
Just a boy when his mamma died
With daddy at the mill all night
In that empty house he cried
He’d climb up in the oak tree
To sing his broken heart
The neighbors gathered in the yard
Listening in the dark
Singing songs about West Texas
Cowboys and old John Deeres
Rodeos and drive-ins
And the thrill of teenage years
They called him “God’s own yodeler,
The Pavarotti of the plains”
There’s no bigger voice in Texas
Don Walser was his name
From the honky-tonks and dance halls
To the grand ole opery
Don Walser brought a smile
To every fan who came to see
Now it’s oxygen and wheelchairs
And trips to the docs in town
The stays kept getting longer
He knew he was glory bound
My friend, your work is done here
And I’d say you did it well
Your voice rings down from heaven
All the way to the devil himself
And now you’re God’s own yodeler
High above the Texas plains
We miss you here in Austin
With love we speak you name