By Ray Wylie Hubbard
rmofle at satx.rr.com
4/25/04
Capo 4
Wild young cowboy out on the [G]highway
[G]Telecaster kid of the rockin trade
[G]Lost unto the straight and [D]narrow
To honky tonks and masque[G]rade
Tempted by a thousand [G]pleasures
Its foolish comfort for the [G]soul
A deadly shot missed a [D]shadow
There ain?t no sign posts along this [G]road.
Chours:
It is such a sweet temp[C]tation
it gives such a brief re[G]lief
It is such a false [D]sensation
How come that?s so hard to be[G]lieve
Hiram Williams was in the back seat
Of a Cadillac on New Year's Day
He closed his eyes and sang his last song
Mister Leon Payne's "The Lost Highway"
That same old song with the sad sweet ending
Is playing somewhere south of town
By a band of hard young rockers
Who never think they?ll see the sun go down
Chorus
A young angel sings in sorrow
For the broken hearted and betrayed
A last waltz for the wild young cowboys
Who never came back from the lost highway
An old Diablo waits in silence
For the loco gringo young in years
He waits alone in heavens shadows
With a stolen horse and tequila tears
Chorus
rmofle at satx.rr.com
4/25/04
Capo 4
Wild young cowboy out on the [G]highway
[G]Telecaster kid of the rockin trade
[G]Lost unto the straight and [D]narrow
To honky tonks and masque[G]rade
Tempted by a thousand [G]pleasures
Its foolish comfort for the [G]soul
A deadly shot missed a [D]shadow
There ain?t no sign posts along this [G]road.
Chours:
It is such a sweet temp[C]tation
it gives such a brief re[G]lief
It is such a false [D]sensation
How come that?s so hard to be[G]lieve
Hiram Williams was in the back seat
Of a Cadillac on New Year's Day
He closed his eyes and sang his last song
Mister Leon Payne's "The Lost Highway"
That same old song with the sad sweet ending
Is playing somewhere south of town
By a band of hard young rockers
Who never think they?ll see the sun go down
Chorus
A young angel sings in sorrow
For the broken hearted and betrayed
A last waltz for the wild young cowboys
Who never came back from the lost highway
An old Diablo waits in silence
For the loco gringo young in years
He waits alone in heavens shadows
With a stolen horse and tequila tears
Chorus
