Willie's riding shotgun,
Waylon's sleeping in the back.
Billy Graham is preaching about Jesus Christ
with a man in black.
Lennon's talking politics,
Dylan's mumbling on his phone.
Old Christofferson says,
turn it up,
Merle,
that's a Tom Petty song.
Yeah.
No,
Elvis ain't dead,
just got tired of the velvet and the press.
He's hanging out with Amy Liu and Graham
Parsons on a boat out in Key West.
And speaking of Memphis,
the best blues band in town.
Plays every Tuesday night,
Stevie Ray and Jimmy tune it up and burn it down.
Just like my heroes, I'm as free as the wind.
Singing those old songs,
just like they did back then.
Some are here and some are gone.
Old habits die hard,
legends live on and on.
Somebody said they saw Janis Joplin and Kurt Cobain hit
a little dive 30 miles outside the east side of L.A.
Sinatra and Sammy Davis,
Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper are all hanging out at Nighthoff's,
drinking whiskey with Eddie Hopper.
Just like my heroes, I'm as free as the wind.
Singing those old songs,
just like they did back then.
Some are here and some are gone.
Old habits die hard,
legends live on and on and on.
Legends live on.
I had a dream one night,
one day I was at this South Texas cafe playing
42 with Townes Van Zandt and Ernest Hemingway.
We had Hank on the jukebox,
burning that pop tobacco slow.
My old man chimed in and said,
kids these days need to dig deeper to find their soul.
Can I get an amen?
Dig deeper to find your soul.
Better pick up that shovel, get to work.
Just like my heroes, I'm as free as the wind.
Singing those old songs,
just like they did back then.
Some are here.
Some are gone.
Old habits die hard.
Legends live on and on.
Just like my heroes, I'm as free as the wind.
Singing those old songs,
just like they did back then.
Some are here and some are gone.
Old habits die hard,
legends live on and on and on.
Legends live on.
Legends live on.
Legends live on and on and on.
Legends live on,
legends live on,
legends live on and on and on
and on and on and on.