Here's to All My Heroes

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 country station that cleared up around the curves

From Willie, Hag, and Waylon, man, I hung on every word

Here's to all my heroes

That never steered me wrong

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 and the roads I've traveled 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 I raise another glass

Here's to all my heroes

That never steered me wrong

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

Here's to all my heroes

That never steered me wrong

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

Here's to all my heroes who

Made me who I am