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