You were twenty-nine years old
The day you slipped away
Sleeping in a Cadillac
On the darkest New Years Day
The morphine angels came to you
And took away your pain
A hundred-thousand cowboys
Left crying in the rain.
So thank you for the music
And thank you for the song
And thank you for each golden prayer
That’s just three minutes long
Thank you for the poetry
That makes the bad times better
I put my feelings in this song,
It’s my thank you letter.
I was just a young man
When you knocked upon my door
You showed me tears and liquor
You spilled upon the floor
You struck a chord within my heart
The F to C to G
A thousand imitators
And one that looks like me.
So thank you for the music
And thank you for the song
And thank you for each golden prayer
That’s just three minutes long
Thank you for the poetry
That makes the bad times better
I put my feelings in this song,
It’s my thank you letter.
Well Willie, Merle and Patsy Cline,
George Jones and Emmylou
They couldn’t walk the roads they did
If it weren’t for you
So Hank and Luke the Drifter,
You’ve been gone too long
But I hear you every night
Up in your Tower of Song.
So thank you for the music
And thank you for the song
And thank you for each golden prayer
That’s just three minutes long
Thank you for the poetry
That makes the bad times better
I put my feelings in this song,
It’s my thank you letter.
Lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2012
