He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?
He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"
He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"
He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?
He said, "This is where you get off boy I'm goin' back to Alabam"
Can you bend them, guitar strings?"
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
Ghost-white pale when he asked me for a light
Said, "It's a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son?"
Speakers was solid country gold
And them sad old songs comin' out of them
Can you bend them, guitar strings?"
And I knew there was something strange about this ride
Then I noticed the stranger was
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
He said, "You don't have to call me Mr., Mr.
As I stepped out of that Cadillac I said, "Mr., many thanks"
Now he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hollow-eyed
Then he cried just south of Nashville and he turned that car around
He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
Well I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
The whole world called me Hank
Can you bend them, guitar strings?"
