G.O.A.T (3:01)

G.O.A.T. (3:01)

Label Contact:
8 Track Entertainment - 8trackent.com
Gary Kraen, GM
gary@8trackent.com

Claire Taylor, VP
claire@8trackent.com


Songwriters, Publishers & PRO:
Dan Tyminski (IPI #: 00231729775) / Dan Tyminski Music / BMI
Monty Criswell (IPI #: 00213964374) / Spirit Nashville One Crescendo / BMI
Tunes of Fluid / BMI (Admin. by Spirit Nashville One Crescendo)
Rust and Chrome Music / BMI (Admin. by Spirit Nashville One Crescendo)


LYRICS

Young William lived his life inside a world nobody knew
Darkness all around him, wasn’t smart enough for school
Kids call him name, what a cryin’ shame then didn’t understand
Once he got that guitar in his hands

They called him G.O.A.T.
Greatest of all time
Blind Billy with his fingers flyin’
You could almost close you eyes and smell the smoke
They called him G.O.A.T

I drove down the dirt roads out past the county line
To see that child of God born deaf dumb and blind
Sittin’ on that back porch in field tobacco green
Behold a miracle, the best I’ve ever seen

They called him G.O.A.T.
Greatest of all time
Blind Billy with his fingers flyin’
You could almost close you eyes and smell the smoke
They called him G.O.A.T
He had peace in his own mind
With no stage and no spotlight
The greatest picker the world would never know
They called him G.O.A.T.
They called him G.O.A.T.
Greatest of all time
Greatest of all time