[Jennings:] You'd've thought a king had died, The way those people cried, Instead of one more broken entertainer. [Kristofferson:] It struck those in his trade, He could-a had it made, If he'd only been a little saner. [Jennings:] They traveled far to see him. Oh, the humble and the high. They said goodbye as if he were a friend.
[All:] Now somewhere he is smilin', On those who idolize him. But would they not recognize him, If he came back again?
[Nelson:] He was born of modest means, And had outrageous dreams. They never let him rest till he fullfilled them. [Cash:] While he rode that train of song, His devils tagged along. The whiskey and the pills just couldn't kill him. [Nelson:] He didn't mean to be a rebel. [Cash:] No the real ones never do. [Nelson:] They are born apart from ordinary men.
[All:] And somewhere he is smilin', On those who sanctify him. But would they not recognize him, If he came back again?
[Jennings:] But it's an old, familiar story. [Kristofferson:] But it's a damn shame nonetheless. [Nelson:] They don't forgive his kind, [Cash:] Until they lay them down to rest.
[All:] And somewhere he is smilin', On those who idolize him. But would they not recognize him, If he came back again?