Austin Cunningham Let That Poor Boy Sing Lyrics

Let That Poor Boy Sing Lyrics

Well I grew up down in Texas where I got my honky tonk education

 That music from my dashboard hit me like a bolt of revelation

 Kris, Willie, Waylon, Johnny Cash, Merle and Tom T. Hall and that aint all

 Their music rang with truth, it inspired me and nailed me to the wallhey!

 

 Back then being real and unique was something celebrated

 Them bulls were too ornery to let their music be castrated

 Maybe Im sayin way too much, but Im just speakin from the heart

 And it troubles me to think theres no room for my heroes on the charts

 

 Cause they picked the cotton, they went through hell

 They came back stronger with their stories to tell

 With their pens on fire and their guitars strapped on

 We were all the better for hearing them ol songs

 So if a hollow-eyed skinny kid opens up his notebook full of dreams

 Let that poor boy sing

 

 These days theres kids that think country music is just a cowboy hat and
wranglers

 Maybe thats just fine, you know I aint naming names or pointin fingers

 I just think ol Hank and Jimmy Rogers ought to get more respect, more
respect

 From any country music singers ever picked up a royalty check

 

 Cause they picked the cotton, they went through hell

 They came back stronger with their stories to tell

 With their pens on fire and their guitars strapped on

 We were all the better for hearing them ol songs

 So, if a hollow-eyed skinny kid opens up his notebook full of dreams

 Better let that poor boy sing

 

 Cause they built the road, they paved the way T

 They paid the dues we aint payin today 

 And the reason they sang with passion and soul had nothing to do with platinum
or gold,

 So if a hollow-eyed skinny kid opens up his notebook full of dreams,

 You better let that poor boy sing

 

 Yeah, heres to the spirit of the wild and the beautiful things

 Let that poor boy sing