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Intro :
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C
first time i heard red headed stranger..
F
was in the back of dad's ol' truck..
C
through the slidin' glass window..
G
i begged him to turn it up..
C
little country station..
F
that cleared up round the curves
C
from willie hag and waylon man
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i hung on every word..
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here's to all my heroes..
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that never steered me wrong..
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gave me words to live by..
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when i didn't have my own..
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they sang about love and loss and stuff
F
that i still don't understand..
Dm Em F G C
here's to all my heroes..
F G C
who made me who i am..
Int.
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C
lookin' back at all the hell i've raised
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roads i've travelled down..
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from la freeway to atlantic city
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all the way to guitar town..
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still findin' gold in all that vinyl..
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in every pop and every crack..
C
so i hit the stage and i
turn the page and i
G C
raise another glass..
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Dm Em F G C
here's to all my heroes..
F
that never steered me wrong..
C
gave me words to live by..
G F F
when i didn't have my own..
C
they sang about love and loss and stuff
F
that i still don't understand..
Dm Em F G C
here's to all my heroes..
F G C
who made me who i am..
Int.
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C C
here's to all my heroes..
C C C Dm Em F
that never steered me wrong
Em Dm C
gave me words to live by
G F F
when i didn't have my own..
C
they sang about love and loss and stuff
F
that i still don't understand..
C Dm Em F G C
here's to all my heroes..
F G C
who made me who i am..
Dm Em F G C
here's to all my heroes..
F G C
who made me who i am..
Outro :
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First time I heard Red Headed Stranger was in the back of dad's ol' truck
Through the slidin' glass window I begged him to turn it up
Little country station that cleared up round the curves
From Willie, Hag, and Waylon, man, I hung on every word
Here's to all my heroes
That never steered me wrong
(They) gave me words to live by
When I didn't have my own
They sang about love and loss
And stuff that I still don't understand
Here's to all my heroes
Who made me who I am
Lookin' back at all the hell I've raised roads I've travelled down
From LA Freeway to Atlantic City all the way to Guitar Town
Still findin' gold in all that vinyl in every pop and every crack
So I hit the stage and I turn the page and raise another glass
Here's to all my heroes
That never steered me wrong
(They) gave me words to live by
When I didn't have my own
They sang about love and loss
And stuff that I still don't understand
Here's to all my heroes
Who made me who I am
Here's to all my heroes
That never steered me wrong
(They) gave me words to live by
When I didn't have my own
They sang about love and loss
And stuff that I still don't understand
Here's to all my heroes
Who made me who I am
Here's to all my heroes
Who made me who I am
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