Dear Waylon, It's been years now since you left us here alone.
And I don't think you'd believe what's going on.
They've got backwards ballcap pretty boys, singing songs through an Autotune.
There ain't nothing on the radio, nothing, like you and Ol' Moon.
And I'd give one thousand dollars, if one more time I could hear you sing.
We've all missed the Hell out of you,
but Hoss, You ain't missed a thing.
And Waylon, this country that you loved, it's almost gone.
Nobody seems to know, right from wrong.
We've got this thing called YouTube, where late at night we watch your videos.
And why you had to leave so soon, the Good Lord only knows.
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