I'm a kid with a guitar Trying to play, when they ask Where does your style come from? I know what you mean 'cause I learned to sing Listening to "Blue Yodel Number One" We love Hank and Lefty Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb and Johnny Cash But if we had to pin point The start of who we are or who we go by To Django and Jimmie, Paris, Mississippi A young singing brakeman, a jazz playing gypsy Might not have been a Merle or a Willie If not for a Django and Jimmie Through the twenties and thirties Jimmie sang his way to the top In spite of those old "T.B. Blues" Django was a star, he burned up a guitar With just two good fingers to use You can't turn back time Or put more sand in the glass But sometimes at night I close my eyes and go back To Django and Jimmie, Paris, Mississippi A young singing brakeman, a jazz playing gypsy Might not have been a Merle or a Willie If not for a Django and Jimmie Might not have been a Merle or a Willie If not for a Django and Jimmie