Old Microphone

Smoke fallin' down a mountain, into deep cedar swamps
As I drive down a dirt road to an old honky tonk
Far away from Nashville, far away from home
Sits a stage with a spotlight, and an old microphone
Yeah that old microphone
And it’s seen the greats and it’s watched 'em fade to a woman, booze or a pill
And they paid the price just to live the life of a rock star honky tonk thrill
And that microphone it always knows it ain’t better on top of the hill
But if you want a ride to a different high just find that old microphone
It’s been kissed by Waylon it’s been cursed by Cash
Smelled moonshine on Hank Williams where they say he sang his last
On that old microphone
Yeah that old microphone
And it’s seen the greats and it’s watched 'em fade to a woman, booze or a pill
And they paid the price just to live the life of a rock star honky tonk thrill
And that microphone it always knows it ain’t better on top of the hill
But if you want a ride to a different high just find that old microphone
And it’s seen the greats and it’s watched 'em fade to a woman, booze or a pill
And they paid the price just to live the life of a rock star honky tonk thrill
And that microphone it always knows it ain’t better on top of the hill
But if you want a ride to a different high just find that old microphone
Still trying to find that microphone
I just gotta find that microphone