Well, I'm a kid with a guitar trying to play nuages when they ask
Where does your style come from
I know what you mean 'cause I learned to sing
Listening to blue yodel number one
We love Hank and Lefty, Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb and Johnny Cash
But if we had to pin point the star of who we are we'd go back
To Django and Jimmie Paris Mississippi
A young singing brakeman, a jazz playing gypsy
There might not have been a Merle or a Willie
If not for Django and Jimmie
Through the twenties and thirties Jimmie sang his way to the top
In spite of those old TB blues
Django was a star, he burned up a guitar
With just two good fingers to use
You can't turn back time or put more sand in the glass
But sometimes at night, I close my eyes and go back
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