From the corners of the country
From the cities and the farms
With years and years of living
Tucked up underneath their arms
They walk away from everything
Just to see a dream come true
With a million dollar spirit
And an old flattop guitar
They drive to town with all they own
'Cause one time someone told them
About a friend of a friend they knew
Who owns, you know, a studio
Now some were born to money
They've never had to say "Survive"
And others swing a 9 pound hammer
There's cowboys drunks and Christians
Mostly white and black and blue
They've all dialed the phone
Ah, but then one night in some empty room
Where no curtains ever hung
Like a miracle some golden words
Rolled off of someone's tongue
And after years of being no thing
They're all looking right at you
And then, for a while they'll go in style
