Tom T. Hall - Senior Citizen Star lyrics
[Tom T. Hall - Senior Citizen Star lyrics]
On the floor of the limo
There's a bottle of whiskey
A white Stetson hat with a fine feather band
His face covered up with the
Two day old paper
He's a songwriter legend that
Gray haired old man
They don't say much to him
He don't say much to them
They wonder what goes on inside his old head
Sometimes when they shake him
Tryin' to wake him
He comes round so slowly they
Think that he's dead
And you're not allowed to talk about Denver
Colorado you're not allowed to talk
About his first wife, joanne
You're not allowed to talk about
His first fiddle player
Or anybody who ever worked in Elvis's band
He motions the driver to get him some coffee
He sit's there and sips it
His eyes on the floor
When he's readin' his paper
He sometimes looks angry
He's still tryin' to figure out
The Second World War
He mentions Chicago, the Opry and Wheeling
His awards are all stacked in
The box in his barn
He made millions of dollars with
A hoop and a holler
Now he lives in a trailer on a five acre farm
As the limo rolls on
Down the America's highways
Just frames to the sign on
The side of his car
It says pickin' and singin'
For any occasion
The song writtin' senior citizen star
There's a bottle of whiskey
A white Stetson hat with a fine feather band
His face covered up with the
Two day old paper
He's a songwriter legend that
Gray haired old man
They don't say much to him
He don't say much to them
They wonder what goes on inside his old head
Sometimes when they shake him
Tryin' to wake him
He comes round so slowly they
Think that he's dead
And you're not allowed to talk about Denver
Colorado you're not allowed to talk
About his first wife, joanne
You're not allowed to talk about
His first fiddle player
Or anybody who ever worked in Elvis's band
He motions the driver to get him some coffee
He sit's there and sips it
His eyes on the floor
When he's readin' his paper
He sometimes looks angry
He's still tryin' to figure out
The Second World War
He mentions Chicago, the Opry and Wheeling
His awards are all stacked in
The box in his barn
He made millions of dollars with
A hoop and a holler
Now he lives in a trailer on a five acre farm
As the limo rolls on
Down the America's highways
Just frames to the sign on
The side of his car
It says pickin' and singin'
For any occasion
The song writtin' senior citizen star