[Intro] [Verse 1] Born a boy named Harold Jenkins down in Friars Point With a guitar for a Bible in a Mississippi joint He found a map and picked a name from a town and city limit sign And rockabilly rhythm started moving down his spine But the spotlight had a calling that was deeper than the blues He traded in the styling of his early rockin' shoes To build a sacred temple out of steel guitar and pain And preach a lonely gospel that would never be the same. [Chorus] He was the High Priest of Country Music, standing in the light Dressed in satin and an orange suit, singing through the night He didn’t need the stage banter, he let the music talk From a whisper to a Growl, he walked the holy walk With fifty-something number ones written on his soul The High Priest of Country Music made the brokenhearted whole. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] "Hello Darlin'" was his sermon, it would bring them to their knees A master of the mystery, doing exactly what he'd please He touched the hand of every fan who bought a ticket line And stood beside Loretta when the coal mine started to shine They built a house called Twitty City, a kingdom made of stone But he belonged to the people, he was never just his own From "It's Only Make Believe" to "You've Never Been This Far Before" They hung on every single word until he walked out of the door. [Chorus] He was the High Priest of Country Music, standing in the light Dressed in satin and an orange suit, singing through the night He didn’t need the stage banter, he let the music talk From a whisper to a Growl, he walked the holy walk With fifty-something number ones written on his soul The High Priest of Country Music made the brokenhearted whole. [Instrumental] [Bridge] The road is long and weary when you're carrying the load A midnight train to Memphis on a dark and heavy road In Springfield, Missouri, the final curtain fell But the hymns he left behind him still have a story left to tell. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] He was the High Priest of Country Music, standing in the light Dressed in satin and an orange suit, singing through the night He didn’t need the stage banter, he let the music talk From a whisper to a Growl, he walked the holy walk With fifty-something number ones written on his soul The High Priest of Country Music made the brokenhearted whole. [Outro] Goodbye darlin'... Yeah, the High Priest has gone home. But the music plays on. [End]
