You know this old world is full of singers. But just a few are chosen, To tear your heart out when they sing. Imagine life without them, All your radio heros, Like the outlaw that walks through Jesse's dreams. No...there won't be another, Red headed stranger. A Man in Black, and Folsom Prison Blues. The Okie from Muskogee, Or Hello Darlin'. Lord I wonder whos gonna fill their shoes? Who's gonna stand that tall? who's gonna play the Opry? And the Wabash Cannonball? Who's gonna give their heart and soul... To get to you and me? God bless the boys from Memphis... Blue Suede shoes, and Elvis. Much too soon he left this world in tears. They tore up the 50's... old Jerry Lee, and Charlie. And old Go Cat Go still echos through the years. You know the heart of country music... Still beats in Luke the Drifter. You can tell when he sings I saw the Light. Old Marty, Hank, and Lefty. Why I can feel them right here with me... On this Silver Eagle...Rolling through the night. http://www.valentynelang.com/WhosGonnaFillTheirShoes.htm As the years go by...the faces change of the gifted men and women that sing our songs, and fill our hearts with the light that they put into our lives. I have heard people say..."aw...what's the big deal?? It's just music." Music is so much more than melodic sounds. A properly utilized lyric can make you feel like the singer is talking directly to you in a sense. It can bring you up...or let you down. It can take you to a happier time or place...or it can drag you back into hell. I sometimes hear on the local classic radio station we have here old Bob Wills tunes. They make me stop what I'm doing...and fade back to a day of my childhood...and there I am...6 years old sitting crosslegged in front of our console Lp/8 track stereo in my grandpas living room...listening to "Big Balls in Cowtown...we'll all go round...Big Balls in cowtown...we'll all go down..."..."Faded Love"...or "San Antonio Rose". And that old so familiar...."Ahhhhh Ha!" Bob would let out as he said...."Take it away Leon..." Or...I'll hear the song on the radio from the day that my father died...and perhaps partly unwilling to go there...I do it anyway. Lost in that moment. Even the cheesy eighties pop music that we all listened to takes me back to 14 or 15 years old... sitting on the tailgate by the river after dark with old friends...just kicking it while we drank an illicit 12 pack...or a bottle of mash whiskey or homeade italian wine someone swiped from their dads liquor cabinet. Music has that power over you if you succumb and allow yourself to feel it inside your soul. Who among the new singers will take the place of our old legends and heros we listened to as we were growing up? A better question...Is that possible??