Those broad highways, those Cadillacs, those mission bells, those money stacks, those lonesome
They could not save Hank Williams from his grave
They could not save, they could not hear, they could not do what should have been
They could not save him from his grave, those lost highways were on the road
No words of love and no jug of wine No going down that borderline
No words of love could have saved Hank Williams from his grave
They could not save, they could not hear, they could not do what should have been
They could not save him from his grave, those lost highways were on the road
Those lost highways were on the road
