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God's Own Yodeler

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  • 2013.06.17
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Up at Henry's Bar & Grill On the north side of town I saw a man reach up to heaven And pull a song on down To a smoke filled room of misfits Young and old and big and small And with the laughing eyes of the Buddha He shared it with us all And every soul in that roadhouse Felt the power of his song Through life's joys and sorrows He brought us together as one They called him "God's own yodeler, The Pavarotti of the plains" There's no bigger voice in Texas Don Walser was his name He was raised out in Lamesa Just a boy when his mamma died With daddy at the mill all night In that empty house he cried He'd climb up in the oak tree To sing his broken heart The neighbors gathered in the yard Listening in the dark Singing songs about West Texas Cowboys and old John Deeres Rodeos and drive-ins And the thrill of teenage years They called him "God's own yodeler, The Pavarotti of the plains" There's no bigger voice in Texas Don Walser was his name From the honky-tonks and dance halls To the grand ole opery Don Walser brought a smile To every fan who came to see Now it's oxygen and wheelchairs And trips to the docs in town The stays kept getting longer He knew he was glory bound My friend, your work is done here And I'd say you did it well Your voice rings down from heaven All the way to the devil himself And now you're God's own yodeler High above the Texas plains We miss you here in Austin With love we speak you name

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