Lyrics:
Twinkle twinkle little star who's the greatest star what are (Waylon)
Now Waylon is a singer a record sellin' star the ladies love him and his
Waylon Back
....same ol' tune, fiddle and guitar
Waylon back, Waylon back
cll these bitches screaming they want Waylon Back
Same ol' tune, fiddle
You all know the stories of the brave Waylon Todd
Youngest son and champion of the great house Todd
Left his home for fame and gold
To spread good
years
It's bound to change
Somebody told me when I came to Nashville
"Son you finally got it made"
Ole Waylon made it here and we're all sure that
Whatever happened to Ole Waylon's foot, I wonder where did it go
I really don't want the whole damned thing, but I'd sure like to have a toe
If I
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Waylon Waylon Waylon
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha
Mr cash has got that lic America loves
Hank's songs came direct from heaven above
But the music I got strait
From the hoase's mouth
Yeah Waylon's
You did hang the moon, didn't you Waylon'
You did hang that moon, didn't you Waylon'
Weren't you the one they called the seventh son'
You did hang
want to hear something Waylon would sing.
Good friends, good whiskey, good woman to miss me,
When the loneliness hits me or when the neon burns through
the phony kind
And I looked in the eyes of Waylon
And there I saw things that
I'd never seen before
I saw a father and a brother and a friend
I saw
Here's to Willie
Here's to Waylon
Where there's smoke, you'll find fire
Where there's fire, you'll find a crowd
Where there's people, there's a party
good looks on my Mama
But as for my honky-tonk ways
I blame it on Waylon
And all them other outlaws
Blame it on the back beat
Blame it on them sad
good looks on my Mama
But as for my honky-tonk ways
I blame it on Waylon
And all them other outlaws
Blame it on the back beat
Blame it on them sad
looked like Waylon and sounded like Cash
No one was talking, we all hung on his words
He was singing his songs while strumming some chords
He had a big
gonna get wasted with all my country heroes
I'm drinking some George Jones and a little bit of Coe
Haggards easing my misery, Waylon's keeping me from
and Waylon
And im solid gold
Let's treat the soul
No rock and roll
I need a Vacation Location
On a creek bank
Buffet, Hank, and Waylon
Music to my ears
Gonna
I got my song and I got you with me tonight
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love
Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon
I got my song and I got you with me tonight
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love
Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon
before you and Waylon Todd is my name
And now at the peak of your tower, I finally meet you
This place of power will be where I defeat you
And though your
on a CD
Shape it up, trim 'er down, who gives a damn 'bout how it sounds?
I don't think Waylon done it that way
And if he was here he'd say "'hoss,
And love still hides behind closed doors
Steel guitars keep on ringin'
Waylon and Willie keep on singin'
You can swing it, you can sway it
You can bet
got my song and I got you with me tonight.
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love.
Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas,
With Waylon and Willie
Waylon turned up on the JBL
Girl, you probably think I'm going through hell
But I don't care, if you never come back
'Cause who needs you when I've got
And that Copenhagen smile
Country must be country wide
In every state, there's a station
Playin' Cash, Hank, Willie, and Waylon
In foreign cars
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