Lyrics Song For Roy - Sam Bush

Mirror image of his father before him
The notes flow through his veins
Bottom so big, you can still hear a thunder
From the Opry stage
Worked his first master when he was just sixteen
The boy could slap a Kay
King Edward Specials on his lip and in his pocket
He smoked it every day
Hear the colors, wrapped in flannel
Forever wedged in my mind
Hear the colors, no he ain′t crazy
Just run the number, here's the time
He was a brother, husband and father
A damn good man, a rambler and a friend
So here′s a song just to say farewell, rest in peace
Until we pick again
Oooh...
Hear the colors, wrapped in flannel
Forever wedged in my mind
Hear the colors, no he ain't crazy
Just run the number, here's the time x4
Oooh...