Drifting off the topic, but not really...

THE DEATH OF JIMMY MARTIN
(Words and Music, Tom Russell)

There's a hound dog running all alone through the piney woods
The howlin' tears the soul out of me
There's a jay bird calling up a funeral dirge
In ragtime harmony.
Barb'ry Allen rolled over in her grave all morning
There were roses growing out of her head
Hey, God's gonna burn down Nashville tonight
Jimmy Martin's dead
Ah, the great Jimmy Martin's gone dead

You got twenty twenty vision but you're walkin' 'round blind
You Grand Ole Opry fools
With your hypocritic judgments and your self righteous snobbery
And your God Damned false hearted rules.
You scorned Hank Williams and you shunned Jimmy Martin,
Boys who sang with tongues of fire.
Hey god's gonna burn down your Grand Ole Opry
Hear the screaming of the hypocrites and liars
They feel safer now that Jimmy has expired.

Run, Pete, run, your master's callin' you,
He's waiting on up ahead
Hey, don't look back, 'cause Nashville's burnin' down
Pete, Jimmy Martin's gone dead
The great Jimmy Martin's gone dead.

Well, don't call me no country singer
Those are poison words to me
'Cause I ain't heard a good country song
Since 1973.
The King of Bluegrass has died for your sins,
The Whore of Babylon's sleepin' in your bed.
And God's gonna burn down Nashville tonight, boys,
Jimmy Martin's dead
The great Jimmy Martin's gone dead.

Run, Pete, run, your master's callin' you,
He's waiting on up ahead
Don't look back, Nashville's burnin' down
Jimmy Martin's gone dead
The great Jimmy Martin's gone dead.

There's a hound dog runnin' all alone through the piney woods
The howling tears the soul out of me...