Austin Cunningham - Let That Poor Boy Sing lyrics

Well I grew up down in Texas where I got my honky tonk education That music from my dashboard hit me like a bolt of revelation Kris, Willie, Waylon, Johnny Cash, Merle and Tom T. Hall and that ain't all Their music rang with truth, it inspired me and nailed me to the wallhey! Back then being real and unique was something celebrated Them bulls were too ornery to let their music be castrated Maybe Im sayin way too much, but Im just speakin from the heart And it troubles me to think there's no room for my heroes on the charts Cause they picked the cotton, they went through hell They came back stronger with their stories to tell With their pens on fire and their guitars strapped on We were all the better for hearing them ol songs So if a hollow-eyed skinny kid opens up his notebook full of dreams Let that poor boy sing These days there's kids that think country music is just a cowboy hat and wranglers Maybe that's just fine, you know I ain't naming names or pointin fingers I just think ol Hank and Jimmy Rogers ought to get more respect, more respect From any country music singers ever picked up a royalty check Cause they picked the cotton, they went through hell They came back stronger with their stories to tell With their pens on fire and their guitars strapped on We were all the better for hearing them ol songs So, if a hollow-eyed skinny kid opens up his notebook full of dreams Better let that poor boy sing Cause they built the road, they paved the way T They paid the dues we ain't payin today And the reason they sang with pa**ion and soul had nothing to do with platinum or gold So if a hollow-eyed skinny kid opens up his notebook full of dreams You better let that poor boy sing Yeah, heres to the spirit of the wild and the beautiful things Let that poor boy sing