Footprints in the Snow

On an old metal stagecoach I was driving for the King of the Road

Pulling into Sarasota barely time to unload

Well I heard him tell somebody about somebody who really played guitar

And I hung on every word like you do rubbing elbows with the stars

Nashville and Broadway are a long way from the Oklahoma hills

Through the cracks in his voice I heard the ghosts of the whiskey and the pills

Well he left those ghosts behind him whistling down the huckleberry wind

Singing dang me all those little green apples that'll never taste that way again

Now you might be a player son and sometimes the play is just for show

With a tailwind of applause and always one more place to go

Well you may be a player son there’s one thing a player may not know

You can dazzle all the players and never leave no footprints in the snow

The huckleberry wind blew cold and I felt an early winter coming on

Well an old friend stopped by and I was told old Roger Miller’s gone

Well I sung along with all those crazy songs

Drove that stagecoach anywhere he’d go

Now the winter wind is blowing strong

I’m looking for those footprints in the snow

Now you might be a player son and sometimes the play is just for show

With a tailwind of applause and always one more place to go

You may be a player son here’s one thing a player may not know

You can dazzle all the players and never leave no footprints in the snow

You can dazzle all the young cats never leave no footprints in the snow

You can dazzle all the young girls never leave no footprints in the snow