Turn me loose somewhere in the middle of Montana,
Gimme all I’ve got coming to me.
Keep your retirement and so-called Social Security.
Big City, turn me loose and set me free.
It’s a long, hard road from San Quentin Prison to Glory Land, but now Merle Haggard has been turned loose and set free somewhere in the middle of Paradise where he’ll surely receive a “Well Done, Thou good and faithful writer and singer of Country-Western music. Enter thou into the joy of thy lord.”
He’s gone from us, but that great Country-Western voice will be heard on Earth forever. I can hear it right now.
The roots of my raising run deep.
The Good Times are not over for good.
Today I started loving you again.
Sing me back home before I die.