Intro: Verse You'd have thought a king had died, The way those people cried Instead of one more broken entertainer It struck those in his trade He could have had it made If he'd only been a little saner They traveled far to see him Oh, the humble and the high They said goodbye as if he were a friend Now somewhere he is smiling On those who idolized him But would they even recognize him If he came back again? He was born of modest means But had outrageous dreams They never let him rest Till he fulfilled them While he rode that train of song His devils tagged along The whiskey and the pills Just couldn't kill him He didn't mean to be a rebel Ah, the real ones never do They're born apart from ordinary men And somewhere he is smiling On those who sanctified him But would they even recognize him If he came back again? It's an old familiar story But it's a damn shame none the less They don't forgive his kind Till they lay them down to rest And somewhere he is smiling On those who idolized him But would they even recognize him If he came back again? Oh, if he came back again