Intro: Up at Henry's Bar and Grill On the north side of town I saw a man reach up to heaven And pull a song on down To a smoke filled room of misfits Young and old and great and small And with the laughing eyes of the Buddha ~ ~ He shared it with us all And every soul in that roadhouse Felt the power of his song Through life's joys and sorrows He brought us together as one They called him 'God's own yodeler' 'The Pavarotti of the plains' There's no bigger voice in Texas Don Walser was his name He was raised out in La Mesa Just a boy when his mamma died With daddy at the mill all night In that empty house he cried He'd climb up in the oak tree To sing his broken heart The neighbours gathered in the yard ~ ~ Listening in the dark Singing songs about West Texas Cowboys and old John Deeres Rodeos and drive-ins And the thrill of teenage years They called him 'God's own yodeler' 'The Pavarotti of the plains' There's no bigger voice in Texas Don Walser was his name INTERLUDE: Yodelayeeoooooo Yodelayeeoooooo Instrumental: