G.O.A.T. Songtext
von Dan Tyminski
G.O.A.T. Songtext
Young Williams left his life inside a world nobody knew
Darkness all around him, wasn′t smart enough for school
Kids called him names
What a crying shame
They didn't understand
But once he′s got that guitar in his hands
They called him G.O.A.T
The greatest of all times
Blind Billy when his fingers flying
You could almost close your eyes and smell the smoke
They called him G.O.A.T
I drove down the dirt roads
Out pass the county line
To see that child of God, born deaf, dumb and blind
Sitting on that back porch
In the field tobacco green
Behold a miracle, the best I have ever seen
They called him G.O.A.T
Greatest of all times
Blind Billy when his fingers flying
You could almost close your eyes and smell the smoke
They called him G.O.A.T
He had peace in his own mind, but no stage and no spotlight
The greatest picker the world would never know
They called him G.O.A.T
They called him G.O.A.T
Greatest of all times
Greatest of all times
Darkness all around him, wasn′t smart enough for school
Kids called him names
What a crying shame
They didn't understand
But once he′s got that guitar in his hands
They called him G.O.A.T
The greatest of all times
Blind Billy when his fingers flying
You could almost close your eyes and smell the smoke
They called him G.O.A.T
I drove down the dirt roads
Out pass the county line
To see that child of God, born deaf, dumb and blind
Sitting on that back porch
In the field tobacco green
Behold a miracle, the best I have ever seen
They called him G.O.A.T
Greatest of all times
Blind Billy when his fingers flying
You could almost close your eyes and smell the smoke
They called him G.O.A.T
He had peace in his own mind, but no stage and no spotlight
The greatest picker the world would never know
They called him G.O.A.T
They called him G.O.A.T
Greatest of all times
Greatest of all times
Writer(s): Dan Tyminski, Monty Criswell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com