Song | God's Own Yodeler |
Artist | Slaid Cleaves |
Album | Still Fighting The War |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[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] |
[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 driveins |
[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 honkytonks 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] |
[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 driveins |
[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 honkytonks 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] |