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"My Favourite Picture Of You" (2013)

Cornmeal Waltz lyrics - Guy Clark

There's nothin' like cornmeal on a dance-hall floor for dancin' the night away,
Slippin' and slidin', effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae,
So I shined up my boots and ironed my shirt, and pulled on some new blue jeans.
Oh, I brushed off my hat, slicked back my hair; I'll beat all that she's ever seen.

There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the cornmeal waltz.
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away,
Doin' the cornmeal waltz.

Way out on Ranch Road 17 there's a dance hall in the live-oak trees,
Yellow lights strung up all around, so all the little kids can see.
Pickups are parked near to the road; the beer is so cold it might freeze.
Stars are all out, the band's in tune, and it smells like a barbecue breeze.

There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the cornmeal waltz.
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away,
Doin' the cornmeal waltz.

Beat-up old Stetsons, beehive hair, belt buckles bumpin' in time.
There's little girls dancin' on their daddies' toes, spinnin' around on a dime.
Grandma and Grandpa are out on the floor, dancin' like they've lost their minds.
There's old maids and bachelors and sweethearts alike, all movin' in three-quarter time.

There's nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the cornmeal waltz.
There's nothin' to keep you from driftin' away,
Just doin' the cornmeal waltz.

My Favorite Picture Of You lyrics - Guy Clark

My favorite picture of you
Is the one where you're staring
Straight into the lens

It's just a Polaroid shot
Someone took on the spot
No beginning, no end

It's just a moment in time
You can't have back
You never left but your bags were packed
Just in case

My favorite picture of you
Is bent and it's faded
And it's pinned to my wall

Oh and you were so angry
It's hard to believe
We were lovers at all

There's a fire in your eyes
You've got your heart on your sleeve
A curse on your lips but all I can see
Is beautiful

My favorite picture of you
Is the one where
Your wings are showing

Oh and your arms are crossed
Your fists are clenched
Not gone but going

Oh a stand up angel
Who won't back down
Nobody's fool, nobody's clown
You were smarter than that

My favorite picture of you
Is the one where
It hasn't rained yet

Oh and as I recall
That came a winter squall
And we got soaking wet

A thousand words
In the blink of an eye
The camera loves you and so do I
Click

My favorite picture of you
Is the one where you're staring
Straight into the lens

Hell Bent On A Heartache lyrics - Guy Clark

Ain't love funny?
Ain't love strange?
I say love is a dangerous game
Shows no mercy
It has no rules
It's all the same for the kings and fools

And I'm hell bent on a heartache
I should know better
But I guess I don't
I keep on learning the hard way
Every time I turn around
I make the same mistake
Cause I'm hell bent on a heartache
Hell bent on a heartache

Seems I'm always getting burned
Just you wait until the table is turned
Love's a gamble
Love's a curse
Love's a bitch
But it could be worse

Cause I'm hell bent on a heartache
I should know better
But I guess I don't
I keep on learning the hard way
Every time I turn around
I make the same mistake
Cause I'm hell bent on a heartache
Hell bent on a heartache

Don't get me wrong
I believe in love
Sometimes that's just not enough

Cause I'm hell bent on a heartache
I should know better
But I guess I don't
I keep on learning the hard way
Every time I turn around
I make the same mistake
Ooh I'm hell bent on a heartache
Hell bent on a heartache

El Coyote lyrics - Cuy Clark

In the town of Reynosa, there's a beautiful river
That shines in the Mexico sun.
There are boats and they cross from one side to the other,
At dusk when the hot day is done.
From there to Acuña to Del Rio, Texas,
You valley up through San Antone.
With the pesos I've saved up for years then I'll trade
For the chance to send dollars back home.

Coyote, coyote, qué hiciste cabron?
Coyote, man what have you done?
You took all our money and left us to die
In the heat of the South Texas sun.
Coyote, qué hiciste cabron?

He steps out of the shadows, he won't look in my eyes
His hand's out to take all I've got.
He says that he's smuggled a thousand good men
And he says that he's never been caught.
So with seventeen other, braceros like cattle
Packed in for that long final ride.
In the semi-truck crossing the border it's dark,
And it's hot as an oven inside.

Coyote, coyote, qué hiciste cabron?
Coyote, man what have you done?
You took all our money and left us to die
In the heat of the South Texas sun.
Coyote, qué hiciste cabron?

The braceros are asking in whispers,
Why the truck stopped in the heat of the day?
At first sign of trouble, he's left us all there
By the road and he's walking away.

Coyote, coyote, qué hiciste cabron?
Coyote, man what have you done?
You took all our money and left us to die
In the heat of the South Texas sun.
Coyote, qué hiciste cabron?
Coyote, qué hiciste cabron?

Heroes lyrics - Guy Clark

He brought the war home with him.
Still got sand in his boots.
He's wrestling with the demons and the cold hard truth.
And something ain't right about him.
He came back different.
Something in his eyes said he'd seen too much,
Something in his leg said he'd had enough.

Heroes, everybody needs heroes.
Even heroes need a little help.
Heroes can't always be heroes.
Who's gonna save the hero from himself?

He had a picture from Baghdad, with him and hos buddies.
They're just horsin' around, gettin' ready.
One by one, he watched them die.
Just scared kids and he don't know why.
He's the only one to make it out alive.

Heroes, everybody needs heroes.
Even heroes need a little help.
Heroes can't always be heroes.
Who's gonna save the hero from himself?

Ten thousand clicks away in his head
He could smell the smoke, he could smell the dead
A silver star and a pistol in a drawer
Morphine just ain't working no more.

Heroes, everybody needs heroes.
Even heroes need a little help.
Heroes can't always be heroes.
Who's gonna save the hero from himself?

Rain In Durango lyrics - Guy Clark

She's a long way from Houston, long way from those Texas blues
And she came down from Telluride on a steam train bound for somewhere new.
There's a rainbow in the mountains and she's waiting on the sun to shine on through.
You can't tell the tears from the rain if you ain't walked a mile in her boots.

Standing in the rain in Durango
Right side of wrong, wrong side of gone
Standing in the rain in Durango
She's waiting on some cowboy to lasso her heart and take her home.

Fell in with some field hippies went needle dancing in a tie dye dress.
Then a Rocky Mountain rain came and they all got soakin' wet.
She wound up with a backstage pass, hangin' with the pickers in the band,
'Til her heart got broke by a banjo man, now she's had all the bluegrass she can stand.

Standing in the rain in Durango
Right side of wrong, wrong side of gone
Standing in the rain in Durango
She's just waiting on some cowboy to lasso her heart and take her home.

She had all of her belongings in a cardboard suitcase sittin' by her side.
And she had no destination, she was just lookin' for a ride.
So he pulled up in a Mustang, she got in and they just rode away.
Headed west into the sunset, mascara runnin' down her face.

Standing in the rain in Durango
Right side of wrong, wrong side of gone
Standing in the rain in Durango
She's waiting on some cowboy to lasso her heart and take her home.

Standing in the rain in Durango.

Good Advice lyrics - Guy Clark

In one ear and out the other,
Just like talking to your mother.
If it's not one thing, it's another,
That you can count on.

I've heard it all more than once,
Not again, oh Jesus Christ.
The funny thing about good advice is
Everybody's got some.

Good advice is hard to take,
Bad habits are hard to break.
Good sense is hard to make,
Good advice is hard to take.

Life's such a bitter pill,
Swallow it down with a shot of pride,
And as pebble just step outside.
They say no turn can run and hide,
You gotta draw the line somewhere.

Don't give me no advice [?]
I've heard it all a thousand times.
Don't start bridging between the lines,
Give me something I can use.

Good advice is hard to take,
Bad habits are hard to break.
Good sense is hard to make,
Good advice is hard to take.

Good advice is hard to take,
Bad habits are hard to break.
Good sense is hard to make,
Good advice is hard to take.

Waltzing Fool lyrics - Guy Clark

The waltzing fool
He's got lights in his fingers
The waltzing fool
He just don't never say
But the waltzing fool
He keeps his hands in his pockets
And waltzes the evening away

It's a waltz to a woman
Who's lying beside you
It's a waltz to a face on the wall
When she's gone
It's a waltz to the rodeo
The damned thing it rides him
It's a waltz to a waltz

The waltzing fool
He just might be crazy
The waltzing fool
He keeps the moon in his car
And the waltzing fool
He says it's running
On waltzes and waltzes

It's a waltz to a woman
Who's lying beside you
It's a waltz to a face on the wall
When she's gone
It's a waltz to the rodeo
The damned thing it rides him
It's a waltz to a waltz
Just a waltz to a waltz

Now the waltzing fool
They say he's been drinking
But the waltzing fool
He's got mud on his boots
And the waltzing fool
He knows they're all thinking
He's only an old waltzing fool

But the waltzing fool
He's got lights in his fingers
The waltzing fool
He just don't never say
The waltzing fool
He keeps his hands in his pockets
And waltzes the evening away

The waltzing fool
His hands in his pockets
He's waltzing the evening away

The High Price Of Inspiration lyrics - Guy Clark

The mirror's stained with dirty looks;
At least it never lies.
The muse is calling down the hall,
Come on, let's get high.

The high price of inspiration
Always leaves me broken.
But I keep coming back for more,
Still I take no caution.

Inspiration with some wings
Is what I'm looking for.
Inspiration with no strings
I'd like that even more.

I'll fly me to a better place
Plan this safe and sound.
Don't you worry, I'll be back
If I ever become tense.

Pretty sure I'll make it,
If I get through today.
Or I'll see tomorrow,
There is always hell to pay.

Inspiration with some wings
Is what I'm looking for.
Inspiration with no strings
I'd like that even more.

Inspiration with some wings
Is what I'm looking for.
Inspiration with no strings
I'd like that even more.
I'd like that even more.
I'd like that even more.

"Somedays The Song Writes You" (2009)

Somedays You Write The Song lyrics - Guy Clark

It's just one of those days you can?t explain
When nothing's right or wrong
Too much wine or not enough
So you just play along.
There's no rhyme or reason
Ain't a damn thing you can do
Some days you write the song
Some days the song writes you.

Your sure voice and melody
Will sing my soul to sleep
Reaching for some harmony
Deep inside of me
Some days you know just how it goes
Some days you have no clue.
Some days you write the song
Some days the song writes you.

You can fall

You can fly
Get low down or get high
You can try or just leave it alone.
You can search for the way
You can curse, you can pray
But the words have a way of their own.

It don't matter how much it hurts
You've got to tell the truth.
Some days you write the song
Some days the song writes you.

Now you may think I just made this up
But I would not lie, that's true
Some days you write the song
Some days the song writes you.

The Guitar lyrics - Guy Clark

Well, I was passing by a pawn shop
In an older part of town
Something caught my eye
And I stopped and turned around

I stepped inside and there I spied
In the middle of it all
Was a beat up old guitar
Hanging on the wall.

What do you want for that piece of junk
I asked the old man
He just smiled and took it down
and he put it in my hand

He said you tell me what it's worth
You're the one who wants it
Turn it up, play a song
And let's just see what haunts it

So I hit a couple of cords
In my old country way of strumming
And then my fingers turned to lightning
Man.. I never heard it coming

It was like I always knew it
I just don't know where I learned it
It wasn't nothin' but the truth
So I just reared back and burned it

Well I lost all track of time
There was nothing I couldn't pick
Up and down the neck
I never missed a lick

The guitar almost played itself
There was nothing I could do
It was getting hard to tell
Just who was playing who

When I finally put it down
I couldn't catch my breath
My hands were shaking
And I was scared to death

The old man finally got up
Said where in the Hell you been
I've been waiting all these years
For you to stumble in

Then he took down an old dusty case
Said go on and pack it up
You don't owe me nothing
And then he said good luck

There was something spooky in his voice
And something strange on his face
When he shut the lid

Hemingway's Whiskey lyrics - Guy Clark

Hemingway's whiskey warm and smooth and mean
Even when it burns it will always finish clean
He did not like it watered down he took it straight up and neat
If it's bad enough for him you know it's bad enough for me
Hemingway's whiskey

You know it tough out there a good muse is hard to find
Living one word to the next and living one line at a time
Now there more to life then whiskey theres more to words than rhyme
Sometime nothing works sometimes nothing shines
Hemingway's whiskey

Sail away sail away as the day grows dim
Live hard die hard this ones for him
Hemingway's whiskey

Hemingway's whiskey warm and smooth and mean
Even when it burns it will always finish clean
He did not like it watered down he took it straight up an neat
If it's bad enough for him you know it's bad enough for me

All She Wants Is You lyrics - Guy Clark

He's sneaky like Tennessee whiskey
He always takes me by surprise
He feels safe, he feels risky
He's got the devil in his angel eyes

There's nothing I can't tell him
There's nothing he ain't heard
When he don't say nothing
Man I hang on every word

He's got nothing to prove
He's got nothing to lose
He's got everything on a string
Still all he wants is you

Everybody's got some baggage
But he knows how to travel light
He don't judge anyone
He knows wrong from right

He don't need your permission
He don't need no direction
He'll steal your soul in a heartbeat
Yet he ain't guilty of nothing

He's got nothing to prove
He's got nothing to lose
He's got everything on a string
Still all he wants is you

He's got nothing to prove
He's got nothing to lose
He's got everything on a string
Still all he wants is you