Senior Citizen Star — текст песни (Tom T. Hall)

On the floor of the limo there`s a bottle of whiskey
A white Stetson hat with a fine feather band
His face covered up with the two day old paper
He`s a songwriter legend that grey haired old man
They don`t say much to him he don`t say much to them
They wonder what goes on inside his old head
Sometimes when they shake him tryin` to wake him
He comes round so slowly they think that he`s dead
And you`re not allowed to talk about Denver Colorado
You`re not allowed to talk about his first wife Joanne
You`re not allowed to talk about his first fiddle player
Or anybody who ever worked in Elvis`s band

He motions the driver to get him some coffee
He sits there and sips it his eyes on the floor
When he`s readin` his paper he sometimes looks angry
He`s still tryin` to figure out the Second World War
He mentions Chicago the Opry and Wheeling
His awards are all stacked in the box in his barn
He made millions of dollars with a hoop and a holler
Now he lives in a trailer on a five acre farm
And you`re not allowed to talk about...

As the limo rolls on down the America`s highways
Just frames to the sign on the side of his car
It says pickin` and singin` for any occasion the songwrittin` senior citizen star