Mirror image of his father before him The notes flow through his veins Bottom so big, you can still hear a thunder From the Opry stage Worked his first master when he was just sixteen The boy could slap a Kay King Edward Specials on his lip and in his pocket He smoked it every day Hear the colors, wrapped in flannel Forever wedged in my mind Hear the colors, no he ain't crazy Just run the number, here's the time He was a brother, husband and father A damn good man, a rambler and a friend So here's a song just to say farewell, rest in peace Until we pick again Oooh... Hear the colors, wrapped in flannel Forever wedged in my mind Hear the colors, no he ain't crazy Just run the number, here's the time x4 Oooh...