Here's to All My Heroes - Jon Wolfe

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 round the curves

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

Here’s to all my heroes

That never steered me wrong

(They) 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 roads I’ve travelled 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 raise another glass

Here’s to all my heroes

That never steered me wrong

(They) 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

(They) 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