David Allan Coe

Verse 1 I heard it on the radio Hauling my gear through Santa Fe Might have even shed a tear when The DJ said the last outlaw rode away Had just played for thirty bikers In a dive that reeked of smoke and beer Wonderin' if this dream was worth the chase When I heard a gravel whisper in my ear Chorus He said son don't sing about heaven If you've never walked through hell Don't write about broken hearts If you've never felt heartbreak yourself The truth ain't always pretty And the miles take their toll Looked in my rear-view Ridin’ in the back seat was David Allan Coe Verse 2 He wore a tasseled leather jacket Long gray hair under his bandana Asked if I’d mind givin’ him a ride And we talked all the way to Texarkana Said I slept in a hearse at the Ryman Chased the dream you’re chasin’ now They gave me lots of labels back then Outlaw’s just the one that made me proud Chorus He said son don't sing about heaven If you've never walked through hell Don't write about broken hearts If you've never felt heartbreak yourself The truth ain't always pretty Write and sing the life you know Brother, just be yourself Ya’ ain’t gotta be the next David Allan Coe Bridge Told me friend, I gotta go now Time to meet Luke The Drifter As thunder rolled across the sky And a flash of lightning flickered Looked in my rearview And no one was in the mirror I pulled into Texarkana Heard that gravel voice whisper… Final Chorus He said son don't sing about heaven If you've never walked through hell Don't write about freedom If you've never known a prison cell The truth ain't always pretty But it’s worth its weight in gold And if this road takes you anywhere Remember The Ride with David Allan Coe