[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]