Tramps On Main Street

He was born a drifter

With the heart of a sad sad song 

And he started running around on Main Street

With another tramp that called it home

Teetot was the tramp who taught him

He could make a dollar shining shoes

And playing his guitar 

Then pretty soon everybody knowed him

You could hear "The Lovesick Blues"

Everywhere from here to far

And he made it all the way to Nashville

Always scared he never really belonged

Like he ought to be hanging out on Main Street 

With the other tramps that called it home

Pretty soon a dollar turned in to hundreds and hundreds in to thousands 

And everybody knew his name

But he was just a poor boy from Alabama, who thought he was supposed to be born

And die the same

But he made it all the way to the top

A king who was scared he didn't really belong

Like he ought to be on Main Street

Hanging out with the other tramps that call it home

When he made it to the opry 

He was the hillbilly king

Making grown folks laugh and cry

With the words he would write and sing

But through the smoke and whiskey

He would drift back in time

Thinking of teetot down on Main Street

The songs they'd play and the shoes they would shine

Then one blessed New Years

The world cried cause he was gone

And he saw teetot down on Main Street

He said "I'm proud of you boy, welcome home"

Teetot stood on Main Street 

He said 

"I'm proud of you Hiram, so proud of you Hank, welcome home"