Luther played guitar lyrics

Now we were young and we were bold We were three out on the road Stayin' up all night and drivin' past the dawn Me and two from Tennessee, up in lights on that marquee From Folsom Prison to San Quentin, oh but now those days are gone His guitar was dark and deep, he played in the lower range Even now it sends a shiver up my spine He played a twangin' metal string, and his tone was round and strange He left too soon and no one's ever took his place inside my mind Luther, can you hear me where you are? I'm still out here on the road and travelin' so far Yeah Luther? Yes, and I still miss the time, when we'd three play