I worked at a place Where the bands came through Some of them rang false And some rang true I'd stick around After they played To see how legends are made There's just a few That stand out in my mind Some of them still roll And some are lost to the grind Now you ask me Of the special ones And where all the legends have gone There was a man Who came from north of here He could raise his voice And he could raise a beer And when he left The music stayed And that's how legends are made It surprised us to see Just how high he stood It was hard to believe Someone could sing that good We shared more gold Then any band was paid And that's how legends are made So long, it was nice meeting you But how do you get back To Route 22 From Here The band was a bass man And a brother on lead There was no more 'Cause there was no need So fine to see What they could give 'Cause legends call us to live They came in high And they came in low Worn by the miles And fresh from home Hard work, magic Then some tragic end And so a legend begins (Repeat bridge and 1st verse)