| Smoke fallin' down a mountain, into deep cedar swamps
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| As I drive down a dirt road to an old honky tonk
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| Far away from Nashville, far away from home
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| Sits a stage with a spotlight, and an old microphone
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| Yeah that old microphone
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| And it’s seen the greats and it’s watched 'em fade to a woman, booze or a pill
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| And they paid the price just to live the life of a rock star honky tonk thrill
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| And that microphone it always knows it ain’t better on top of the hill
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| But if you want a ride to a different high just find that old microphone
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| It’s been kissed by Waylon it’s been cursed by Cash
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| Smelled moonshine on Hank Williams where they say he sang his last
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| On that old microphone
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| Yeah that old microphone
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| And it’s seen the greats and it’s watched 'em fade to a woman, booze or a pill
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| And they paid the price just to live the life of a rock star honky tonk thrill
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| And that microphone it always knows it ain’t better on top of the hill
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| But if you want a ride to a different high just find that old microphone
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| And it’s seen the greats and it’s watched 'em fade to a woman, booze or a pill
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| And they paid the price just to live the life of a rock star honky tonk thrill
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| And that microphone it always knows it ain’t better on top of the hill
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| But if you want a ride to a different high just find that old microphone
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| Still trying to find that microphone
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| I just gotta find that microphone |