Honky Tonk Hero

A voice of gravel wrapped in velvet Bringing a warmth to every song, Laid back and gentle as Every track moved along. He looked so tall and lanky in Photographs of his early years With the trade mark white Stetson Perched so precisely above his ears. Rainbow at Midnight Walking the Floor Over You Have You Ever Been Lonely Filipino Baby, Seaman’s Blues Somewhere in every track I seemed to hear a smile, Simple songs of the time With no trickery or guile. I think his music still as fresh As those fifty years ago or more When I first listened to the music of Ernest Tubb, The Texas Troubadour.