Here's to All My Heroes
Jon Wolfe/Dave Brainard/Tony Ramey
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 (local) country station that cleared up round the curves
From Willie, Hag, and Waylon, man, I hung on every word
CH
Here's to all my heroes
That never steered me wrong
(They) 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
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Here's to All My Heroes
Jon Wolfe/Dave Brainard/Tony Ramey
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 (local) country station that cleared up round the curves
From Willie, Hag, and Waylon, man, I hung on every word
CH
Here's to all my heroes
That never steered me wrong
(They) 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
Jon Wolfe/Dave Brainard/Tony Ramey
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 (local) country station that cleared up round the curves
From Willie, Hag, and Waylon, man, I hung on every word
CH
Here's to all my heroes
That never steered me wrong
(They) 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
Writer: Jon Wolfe, Tony Ramey, Dave Brainard
Copyright: Lyrics © RHYME HEART MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © RHYME HEART MUSIC PUBLISHING
Performed By: Jon Wolfe
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Jon Wolfe, Tony Ramey, Dave Brainard