Zenith Apollo Star The Ballad Of The Lost Highway Man (The Ghost Of Waylon)
Ballad of the lost highway man
( The ghost of Waylon )
Born in a duststorm on the west
Texas plain
Son of a cotton farmer dirt plow
in his veins
He hitched his wagon to a star of
a different type
A music man would be his life
He was a young man when he
heard the crickets call his name
As he walked down the path of
life's primrose lane
But you know crickets just don't
fly
He was headed for the sky
Now the ghost of Waylon walks
the streets of Luchanbach
Hummingsome old melody and
strumming his guitar
Sometimes at night when the
moon is right
He'll be down by the old train
tracks
Like some lost highway man
waiting on the train that will bring
him back his friends one by one
to the streets of Luchanbach
The way was longward up the
crooked rocky narrow road
He never faltered as he kept his
eyes up on the road
Now every man must leave his
home to find his own secret
destiny
It waits there all alone for him
that holds the key
He found the lights are bright
when standing at the very top
And after all this time he found
he couldnt
He changed the rythum of the
sun and moon and stars and
stage
Then he hung his own star in it's
special place
He touched the sky then he
turned around to say goodbye
He waved goodbye then he
turned and touched the sky
Now the ghost of Waylon walks
the streets of Luchanbach
Humming some ole melody and
strumming his guitar
Sometimes at night when the
moon is right he'll be down by the
old train tracks
Like some lost highway man
waiting on the train that will him
back his friends to the streets of
Luchanbach.
