One 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 hisson, 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 millionaires and meAnd there were wackos and weirdos 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 ShowPlus you never get paid on a rallyThere were people shopping and baj俺 in the streetsTo the buildingIn order for the beer truckTo come throughAnd waiting in the wingsTo sing with WillieWere hopeful starsOf flickering magnitudeThere was a singerWillie knew back in the fiftiesWho once paid himFifty dollars for a songThere were womenWho once didAnd some who still wouldI heard one askDid Connie come alongAnd there were wackosAnd weirdosAnd dingbatsAnd dodosAnd athletesAnd movie starsAnd David Allen ColeLeather and laceIn every minority raceWith a backstage passTo the WillieWillie Nelson ShowI wish you could have been thereOr maybe you were