Now we were young and we were bold

We were three out on the road

Stayin' up all night and drivin' past the dawn

Me and two from Tennessee, up in lights on that marquee

From Folsom Prison to San Quentin, oh but now those days are gone





His guitar was dark and deep, he played in the lower range

Even now it sends a shiver up my spine

He played a twangin' metal string, and his tone was round and strange

He left too soon and no one's ever took his place inside my mind





Luther, can you hear me where you are?

I'm still out here on the road and travelin' so far

Yeah Luther?





Yes, and I still miss the time, when we'd three play