Slaid Cleaves - God’s Own Yodeler Lyrics
Up at Henry’s Bar & GrillOn the north side of townI saw a man reach up to heavenAnd pull a song on downTo a smoke filled room of misfitsYoung and old and big and smallAnd with the laughing eyes of the BuddhaHe shared it with us allAnd every soul in that roadhouseFelt the power of his songThrough life’s joys and sorrowsHe brought us together as oneThey called him “God’s own yodeler,The Pavarotti of the plains”There’s no bigger voice in TexasDon Walser was his nameHe was raised out in LamesaJust a boy when his mamma diedWith daddy at the mill all nightIn that empty house he criedHe’d climb up in the oak treeTo sing his broken heartThe neighbors gathered in the yardListening in the darkSinging songs about West TexasCowboys and old John DeeresRodeos and drive-insAnd the thrill of teenage yearsThey called him “God’s own yodeler,The Pavarotti of the plains”There’s no bigger voice in TexasDon Walser was his nameFrom the honky-tonks and dance hallsTo the grand ole operyDon Walser brought a smileTo every fan who came to seeNow it’s oxygen and wheelchairsAnd trips to the docs in townThe stays kept getting longerHe knew he was glory boundMy friend, your work is done hereAnd I’d say you did it wellYour voice rings down from heavenAll the way to the devil himselfAnd now you’re God’s own yodelerHigh above the Texas plainsWe miss you here in AustinWith love we speak you name
