A Backstage Pass

Hello, I'm Johnny Cash One night I had a backstage pa*s To a Willie Nelson show There were wackoes and weirdoes and dingbats and dodoes And athletes and movie stars and David Allan Coe There was leather and lace and every minority race With a backstage pa*s to the Willie Nelson show Kristofferson got an offer for a movie Promoters closed another deal or two Waylon got a call from his son Shooter And he went home the minute he was through I moved with the mob at intermission To the green room where you see who you can see There were has-been's and would-be's and never-were's Paupers, punks and millionaires and me And there were wackoes and weirdoes and dingbats and dodoes And athletes and movie stars and David Allan Coe There was leather and lace and every minority race With a backstage pa*s to the Willie Nelson show Hell's Angels blocked the traffic to the building In order for the beer truck to come through And waitin' in the wings to sing with Willie Were hopeful stars of flickering magnitude There was a singer Willie knew back in the fifties Who once paid him fifty dollars for a song There were women who once did and some who still would I heard one ask, "Did Connie come along?" And there were wackoes and weirdoes and dingbats and dodoes And athletes and movie stars and David Allan Coe Leather and lace and every minority race With a backstage pa*s to the Willie Nelson show I wish, you could've been there But maybe you were