Song for Roy Songtext
von Sam Bush

Mirror image of his father before him
The notes flow through his veins
Bottom so big, you can still hear it thunder
From the Opry stage

Worked his first master when he was just 16
The boy could slap a Kay
King Edward Specials on his lip and in his pocket
He smoked it every day

Hear the colors, wrapped in flannel
Forever wedged in my mind
Hear the colors, no, he ain′t crazy
Just run the number, here's the time


He was a brother, husband, and father
A damn good man, a rambler and a friend
So here′s a song just to say, "Farewell, rest in peace
Until we pick again"

Hear the colors, wrapped in flannel
Forever wedged in my mind
Hear the colors, no, he ain't crazy
Just run the number, here's the time

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Hear the colors, wrapped in flannel
Forever wedged in my mind
Hear the colors, no, he ain′t crazy
Just run the number, here′s the time
Just run the number, here's the time
Just run the number, here′s the time


Ooh
Ooh