Here's to All My Heroes

First time I heard Red Headed Stranger Was in the back of dad's ol' truck Through the slidin' glass window I begged him to turn it up Little country station that cleared up round the curves From Willie, Hag, and Waylon, man, I hung on every word Here's to all my heroes That never steered me wrong Gave me words to live by When I didn't have my own They sang about love and loss And stuff that I still don't understand Here's to all my heroes Who made me who I am Lookin' back at all the hell I've raised roads I've travelled down From LA Freeway to Atlantic City all the way to Guitar Town Still findin' gold in all that vinyl in every pop and every crack So I hit the stage and I turn the page and raise another glass Here's to all my heroes That never steered me wrong Gave me words to live by When I didn't have my own They sang about love and loss And stuff that I still don't understand Here's to all my heroes Who made me who I am Here's to all my heroes That never steered me wrong Gave me words to live by When I didn't have my own They sang about love and loss And stuff that I still don't understand Here's to all my heroes Who made me who I am Here's to all my heroes Who made me who I am