Johnny CashOne night I had a backstage pass to a Willie Nelson showThere were wackos and weirdos and dingbats and dodosAnd athletes and movie stars and David Allen ColeThere was leather and lace and every minority raceWith a backstage pass to the Willie Nelson showKristofferson got an offer for a moviePromoters closed another deal or twoWaylon got a call from his son ShooterAnd he went home the minute he was throughI moved with the mob at intermissionTo the green room where you see who you can seeThere were has-beens and would-bes and never-worsPaupers, punks and millionairesAnd meAnd there were wackos and weirdos and dingbats and dodosAnd athletes and movie stars and David Allen ColeThere was leather and lace and every minority raceWith a backstage pass to the Willie Nelson showHell's Angels blocked the traffic to the buildingIn order for the beer truck to come throughAnd waiting in the wings to sing with WillieWere hopeful stars of flickering magnitudeThere was a singer Willie knew back in the fiftiesWho once paid him fifty dollarsFor a songThere were women who once did and some who still wouldI heard one ask, did Connie come along?And there were wackos and weirdos and dingbats and dodosAnd athletes and movie stars and David Allen ColeLeather and lace and every minority raceWith a backstage pass to the Willie Nelson showI wish you could have been thereWell, maybe you wereThis is just auren'tAnd it seems that this show's