Nine ball rack sitting on the table
Step right up if you're able
Sonny gives a lesson to a hundred of games
Lay the money down take dead aim
House band rockin' way too long
What you gonna do for a viper crowd
Ain't no white, ain't no black,
Welcome to the wrong side of the tracks
Wrong side of the tracks
Tried to leave, but you came right back
To the Wrong side of the tracks
It's in your blood, and that's a fact
From a big old limo sneakin' up slow
Anything you need, you can get it to go
The money comes up, the deal goes down
Looks like somebody's going downtown
Tires squeeling, blue lights flashing
Shots fired, cars crashing
Just keep movin', and watch your back
You're on the wrong side of the tracks
Wrong side of the tracks
Tried to leave, but you came right back
To the Wrong side of the tracks
It's in your blood, and that's a fact
Homeless livin', hand to mouth
Talk about movin' further south
Livin' underneith the overpass
Got a little food but it will not last
Wino dyin' in the gutter
The very last words I heard him mutter
"You think you're smart, but you don't know jack
You're on the wrong side of the tracks"
Wrong side of the tracks
Tried to leave, but you came right back
To the Wrong side of the tracks
It's in your blood, and that's a fact
Wrong side of the tracks
Tried to leave, but you came right back
To the Wrong side of the tracks
You think you're smart, but you don't know jack
Maybe I Can Paint Over That lyrics - Guy Clark
I've smeared my heart on my sleeve
I've tagged my name on the wall
It's prob'ly time for me to leave
Actin' big and talkin' small
I've tracked blood in on the floor
I put my first through the wall
I've dragged trouble through the door
And I've spilled wine on it all
Maybe I can paint over that
It'll prob'ly bleed through
Maybe I can paint over that
But I can't hide it from you
I've got some ink beneath my skin
A good idea at the time
I won't be doing that again
Not with any arm of mine
And I have stumbled in my time
I left my footprints down the road
And the part of me that shines
Ain't the part of me that's showed
Maybe I can paint over that
It'll prob'ly bleed through
Maybe I can paint over that
But I can't hide it from you
Maybe I can paint over that
It'll prob'ly bleed through
Maybe I can paint over that
But I can't hide it from you
I've tagged my name on the wall
It's prob'ly time for me to leave
Actin' big and talkin' small
I've tracked blood in on the floor
I put my first through the wall
I've dragged trouble through the door
And I've spilled wine on it all
Maybe I can paint over that
It'll prob'ly bleed through
Maybe I can paint over that
But I can't hide it from you
I've got some ink beneath my skin
A good idea at the time
I won't be doing that again
Not with any arm of mine
And I have stumbled in my time
I left my footprints down the road
And the part of me that shines
Ain't the part of me that's showed
Maybe I can paint over that
It'll prob'ly bleed through
Maybe I can paint over that
But I can't hide it from you
Maybe I can paint over that
It'll prob'ly bleed through
Maybe I can paint over that
But I can't hide it from you
Walkin' Man lyrics - Guy Clark
Now what's up with the walkin' man
I wonder where he's gone
Marchin' down to Birmingham
I think I'll tag along
Was a walkin' man come by here
A hundred years ago
Walkin' down the trail of tears
Out to Oklahom-i-o out to Oklahome
Hand me down my walkin' shoes
Hand me down my cane
Tune me up my mandolin
I'll be on my way, hey sure does smell like rain
Woody Guthrie was a walkin' man
In the dust bowl days
Had a six string guitar in his hands
He killed a fascist every day
Chuck Berry is a walkin' man
So was Ghandi too
Lace me up my ol' Brogans
That's just what I'll do
I got walkin' left to do
Hand me down my walkin' shoes
Hand me down my cane
Tune me up my mandolin
I'll be on my way, hey
If I had shoes like the walkin' man
Tell you what I'd do
I'd walk away and not come back
'Till I got to Katmandu-da-do-da
I wonder where he's gone
Marchin' down to Birmingham
I think I'll tag along
Was a walkin' man come by here
A hundred years ago
Walkin' down the trail of tears
Out to Oklahom-i-o out to Oklahome
Hand me down my walkin' shoes
Hand me down my cane
Tune me up my mandolin
I'll be on my way, hey sure does smell like rain
Woody Guthrie was a walkin' man
In the dust bowl days
Had a six string guitar in his hands
He killed a fascist every day
Chuck Berry is a walkin' man
So was Ghandi too
Lace me up my ol' Brogans
That's just what I'll do
I got walkin' left to do
Hand me down my walkin' shoes
Hand me down my cane
Tune me up my mandolin
I'll be on my way, hey
If I had shoes like the walkin' man
Tell you what I'd do
I'd walk away and not come back
'Till I got to Katmandu-da-do-da
Magdalene lyrics - Guy Clark
I ain't lookin' for trouble
I can't stay here tonight
I got to leave here on the double
If I want to see the morning light
Don't need no pistol for the tickets
I've got just enough to get us down the line
I don't know what happens next
Your guess is just as good as mine
Move with me Magdalene
I'm tired of the same old scene
There's a greyhound leaving at midnight
If you came with me it'd be like a dream
Come on Magdalene
Move with me Magdalene
I've heard Mexico is easy
I wouldn't stay here if I could
Don't come along just to please you
Let's go while the going's good
Move with me Magdalene
I'm tired of the same old scene
Let's go down to San Miguel
Let's go be somebody else tonight
Come on Magdalene
There's a greyhound leaving at midnight
If you came with me it'd be like a dream
Come on Magdalene
Move with me Magdalene
I can't stay here tonight
I got to leave here on the double
If I want to see the morning light
Don't need no pistol for the tickets
I've got just enough to get us down the line
I don't know what happens next
Your guess is just as good as mine
Move with me Magdalene
I'm tired of the same old scene
There's a greyhound leaving at midnight
If you came with me it'd be like a dream
Come on Magdalene
Move with me Magdalene
I've heard Mexico is easy
I wouldn't stay here if I could
Don't come along just to please you
Let's go while the going's good
Move with me Magdalene
I'm tired of the same old scene
Let's go down to San Miguel
Let's go be somebody else tonight
Come on Magdalene
There's a greyhound leaving at midnight
If you came with me it'd be like a dream
Come on Magdalene
Move with me Magdalene
Tornado Time In Texas lyrics - Guy Clark
Well the sky was blacker than a funeral suit
Hotter than a depot stove
Hide in the cellar
Here comes amarillo
Blowin down the road
Ya got yer hail stones big as hen eggs boy
Yer clouds as green can be
Old mother natures raisin hell
She parked a pickup in a tree
Tornado time in texas
Take the paint right off of your barn
Tornado time in texas
Blow the tattoo off your arm
Well when pigs fly, no I mean really fly
You can bet that it's blowin hard
Uncle clarence was sittin in the outhouse
Now he's sitting in the yard
Granny's got the barn cat under her arm
She's got a dish pan over her head
Daddy's countin kids four five six
Better bring a loaf of bread
Tornado time in texas
Take the paint right off of your barn
Tornado time in texas
Blow the tattoo off your arm
Hidin in the cellar with the cannin jars
Sounds like a train up top
Hold your breath and peek outside
To see what we ain't got
It'll take your wheat, it'll take your corn
Even take your cotton balls
Suck red river just as dry as a bone
Dump it on wichitaw falls
Tornado time in texas
Take the paint right off of your barn
Tornado time in texas
Hotter than a depot stove
Hide in the cellar
Here comes amarillo
Blowin down the road
Ya got yer hail stones big as hen eggs boy
Yer clouds as green can be
Old mother natures raisin hell
She parked a pickup in a tree
Tornado time in texas
Take the paint right off of your barn
Tornado time in texas
Blow the tattoo off your arm
Well when pigs fly, no I mean really fly
You can bet that it's blowin hard
Uncle clarence was sittin in the outhouse
Now he's sitting in the yard
Granny's got the barn cat under her arm
She's got a dish pan over her head
Daddy's countin kids four five six
Better bring a loaf of bread
Tornado time in texas
Take the paint right off of your barn
Tornado time in texas
Blow the tattoo off your arm
Hidin in the cellar with the cannin jars
Sounds like a train up top
Hold your breath and peek outside
To see what we ain't got
It'll take your wheat, it'll take your corn
Even take your cotton balls
Suck red river just as dry as a bone
Dump it on wichitaw falls
Tornado time in texas
Take the paint right off of your barn
Tornado time in texas
Funny Bone lyrics - Guy Clark
Well, he used to be a pretty good rodeo clown
People loved to watch him horse around
When that rank black bucked em all down
He was a pretty good rodeo clown
Till he met the gal who sold the souvenirs
He could make her smile from ear to ear
They stayed up all night drinkin rodeo beer
He was a pretty good rodeo clown
He don't laugh much anymore
Since she locked her trailer door
Tears and grease paint will not mix
And old dogs will not learn new tricks
Hes got that smile painted on,
nobody knows somethings wrong
She broke his funny bone
Broke his funny bone
When that new young bull rider came on the circuit
Oh in about, eight seconds flat she was gone
Now he asks himself if she was worth it
You can hide your heart in a barrel for just so long
He don't laugh much anymore
Since she locked her trailer door
Tears and grease paint will not mix
And old dogs will not learn new tricks
Hes got that smile painted on,
and we all knew what was wrong
She broke his funny bone
People loved to watch him horse around
When that rank black bucked em all down
He was a pretty good rodeo clown
Till he met the gal who sold the souvenirs
He could make her smile from ear to ear
They stayed up all night drinkin rodeo beer
He was a pretty good rodeo clown
He don't laugh much anymore
Since she locked her trailer door
Tears and grease paint will not mix
And old dogs will not learn new tricks
Hes got that smile painted on,
nobody knows somethings wrong
She broke his funny bone
Broke his funny bone
When that new young bull rider came on the circuit
Oh in about, eight seconds flat she was gone
Now he asks himself if she was worth it
You can hide your heart in a barrel for just so long
He don't laugh much anymore
Since she locked her trailer door
Tears and grease paint will not mix
And old dogs will not learn new tricks
Hes got that smile painted on,
and we all knew what was wrong
She broke his funny bone
Exposé lyrics - Guy Clark
Now when you write your expose
I wish you'd leave me out
I'd just as soon you didn't use my name
I'm not crazy 'bout the way
Your book might make me look
I might have been there but
you can't hold me to blame
Now when you write your expose
Don't kiss and tell it all
No one likes a tattletale writin' on the wall
Don't go talkin' out of school
'Cause you know you got no call
If you can't say somethin' nice
Don't say anything at all
Well I opened up my heart to you
I let it all hang out
I told you stuff that no one else should know
So don't betray my trust in you
Shame, shame if you do
Don't drag that crap back up just let it go
Now when you write your expose
Don't kiss and tell it all
No one likes a tattletale writin' on the wall
Don't go talkin' out of school
'Cause you know you got no call
If you can't say somethin' nice
I wish you'd leave me out
I'd just as soon you didn't use my name
I'm not crazy 'bout the way
Your book might make me look
I might have been there but
you can't hold me to blame
Now when you write your expose
Don't kiss and tell it all
No one likes a tattletale writin' on the wall
Don't go talkin' out of school
'Cause you know you got no call
If you can't say somethin' nice
Don't say anything at all
Well I opened up my heart to you
I let it all hang out
I told you stuff that no one else should know
So don't betray my trust in you
Shame, shame if you do
Don't drag that crap back up just let it go
Now when you write your expose
Don't kiss and tell it all
No one likes a tattletale writin' on the wall
Don't go talkin' out of school
'Cause you know you got no call
If you can't say somethin' nice
Out In The Parkin' Lot lyrics - Guy Clark
I was sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck
Drinking Old Crow whiskey, hot 7-up
Out in the parking lot
You can hear the band a playin right through the wall
Ain't no cover charge, there ain't no last call
Out in the parking lot
Now there's a couple of cowpokes puttin' up there dukes
Wasn't much to it after both of 'em puked
Out in the parking lot
Now someone called the police and the police finally came
And they wrote 'em a couple of tickets and they took a couple of names
Out in the parking lot
[Chorus:]
I love to see the neon dancin' on the gravel
I love to hear the pickup trucks come unraveled
And some have given up, some have given in
Looks like everybody's looking for a friend
Out in the parking lot
Oops there's a couple who could not wait to get home
They're probably in love so let's leave them alone
Out in the parking lot
The band is on the bus, they're all loaded up to leave
But the drummer's got a girlfriend and she's tuggin at his sleeve
Out in the parking lot
[Chorus]
Everybody's gone, they've shut out all the lights
The dust begins to settle and it's never been so quiet
Out in the parking lot
Drinking Old Crow whiskey, hot 7-up
Out in the parking lot
You can hear the band a playin right through the wall
Ain't no cover charge, there ain't no last call
Out in the parking lot
Now there's a couple of cowpokes puttin' up there dukes
Wasn't much to it after both of 'em puked
Out in the parking lot
Now someone called the police and the police finally came
And they wrote 'em a couple of tickets and they took a couple of names
Out in the parking lot
[Chorus:]
I love to see the neon dancin' on the gravel
I love to hear the pickup trucks come unraveled
And some have given up, some have given in
Looks like everybody's looking for a friend
Out in the parking lot
Oops there's a couple who could not wait to get home
They're probably in love so let's leave them alone
Out in the parking lot
The band is on the bus, they're all loaded up to leave
But the drummer's got a girlfriend and she's tuggin at his sleeve
Out in the parking lot
[Chorus]
Everybody's gone, they've shut out all the lights
The dust begins to settle and it's never been so quiet
Out in the parking lot
No Lonesome Tune lyrics - Guy Clark
I ain't gonna sing no lonesome tune
Ah, babe, I'm a comin' soon
I cannot believe I stayed so long away
But a man must look around
You're the sweetest thing I've found
All your lost high roller's rollin' home today
Well, my Daddy said to me
"Son, it's hard as you will see
To find someone upon whom to rely
In the kitchen, Mama sneezed
And he grinned big as you please
Said, "Bless you" and a tear come to his eye
I did decide that very day
That I would like to live that way
And now I know I just been wastin' time
It's with you that I should be
If you feel the same 'bout me
Well I'm headed home along the straightest line
I ain't gonna sing no lonesome tune
Ah, babe, I'm a comin' soon
I cannot believe I stayed so long away
But a man must look around
You're the sweetest thing I've found
All your lost high roller's rollin' home today
Ah, babe, I'm a comin' soon
I cannot believe I stayed so long away
But a man must look around
You're the sweetest thing I've found
All your lost high roller's rollin' home today
Well, my Daddy said to me
"Son, it's hard as you will see
To find someone upon whom to rely
In the kitchen, Mama sneezed
And he grinned big as you please
Said, "Bless you" and a tear come to his eye
I did decide that very day
That I would like to live that way
And now I know I just been wastin' time
It's with you that I should be
If you feel the same 'bout me
Well I'm headed home along the straightest line
I ain't gonna sing no lonesome tune
Ah, babe, I'm a comin' soon
I cannot believe I stayed so long away
But a man must look around
You're the sweetest thing I've found
All your lost high roller's rollin' home today
Cinco De Mayo In Memphis lyrics - Guy Clark
Meanwhile down on Beale Street
Drinking in a Beale Street bar
There's a fog rolling off the Mississippi
Has anybody seen Arkansas?
And the deckhands from the towboats
Come ashore wearing Mexican shoes
Headed strait for Graceland
It Was the first thing they wanted to do
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Mariachi's singing the blues
Soul Sisters huggin Senoritas
All sportin' Blue suede shoes
Porkpie hats and sombreros
Hangin on a downtown street
Swingin pool cues at pinatas
Don't that river smell sweet?
And they all come to get'm some Memphis
A little somethin' for their souls
Lowriders lined up with limousines Hey
They all came to rock and roll
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Mariachi's singing the blues
Southern belles and Senoritas
All sportin Blue suede shoes
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Mariachi's singing the blues
Drinking in a Beale Street bar
There's a fog rolling off the Mississippi
Has anybody seen Arkansas?
And the deckhands from the towboats
Come ashore wearing Mexican shoes
Headed strait for Graceland
It Was the first thing they wanted to do
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Mariachi's singing the blues
Soul Sisters huggin Senoritas
All sportin' Blue suede shoes
Porkpie hats and sombreros
Hangin on a downtown street
Swingin pool cues at pinatas
Don't that river smell sweet?
And they all come to get'm some Memphis
A little somethin' for their souls
Lowriders lined up with limousines Hey
They all came to rock and roll
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Mariachi's singing the blues
Southern belles and Senoritas
All sportin Blue suede shoes
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Mariachi's singing the blues
Analog Girl lyrics - Guy Clark
Well she ain't got no cell phone
You got to call her when she's home
All of her clocks have got hands
Now don't try to e-mail her,
you've got to snail mail her
You got to take pen in hand
Ones and zeros, zeros and ones
She'll have none of that virtual fun
She's a real deal ol' fashioned analog girl
In a digital world
Now she gets online out in the backyard
Hangin' up her ol' blue jeans
She's got all of the memory she can live with
She really hates drum machines
Ones and zeros, zeros and ones
She'll have none of that virtual fun
She's a real deal ol' fashioned analog girl
In a digital world
Out in the garden she's got a website
It sparkles in the mornin' dew
Got a mouse in her pocket,
she's got spam in a can
What's an analog girl to do
Ones and zeros, zeros and ones
She'll have none of that virtual fun
She's a real deal ol' fashioned analog girl
You got to call her when she's home
All of her clocks have got hands
Now don't try to e-mail her,
you've got to snail mail her
You got to take pen in hand
Ones and zeros, zeros and ones
She'll have none of that virtual fun
She's a real deal ol' fashioned analog girl
In a digital world
Now she gets online out in the backyard
Hangin' up her ol' blue jeans
She's got all of the memory she can live with
She really hates drum machines
Ones and zeros, zeros and ones
She'll have none of that virtual fun
She's a real deal ol' fashioned analog girl
In a digital world
Out in the garden she's got a website
It sparkles in the mornin' dew
Got a mouse in her pocket,
she's got spam in a can
What's an analog girl to do
Ones and zeros, zeros and ones
She'll have none of that virtual fun
She's a real deal ol' fashioned analog girl
Worry B Gone lyrics - Guy Clark
Gimme just one more puff Of that worry b gone
I'm planning on feelin' much better Before too long
I gotta world of trouble I need to forget
I'm on my way But I ain't there yet
Gimme just one more puff Of that worry b gone
Everywhere I look Trouble is all I see
I can't listen to the radio And I hate TV
Trouble with the air Trouble with the water
People ain't treatin' one another Like they oughta
Gimme just one more puff Of that worry b gone
I don't want to hear no preachers preachin'
No more politician bitchin'
All of them songs about love gone wrong
Got me wonderin' where my baby's gone
I can't suffer fools wastin' my time
Don't give me no advice that rhymes
Hey gimme just one more puff of that worry b gone
Don't gimme no shit just gimme a hit
I'm smokin' all day and I can't get lit
Don't gimme no guff,gimme a puff
You know how I love that stuff
Gimme just one more puff
I'm planning on feelin' much better Before too long
I gotta world of trouble I need to forget
I'm on my way But I ain't there yet
Gimme just one more puff Of that worry b gone
Everywhere I look Trouble is all I see
I can't listen to the radio And I hate TV
Trouble with the air Trouble with the water
People ain't treatin' one another Like they oughta
Gimme just one more puff Of that worry b gone
I don't want to hear no preachers preachin'
No more politician bitchin'
All of them songs about love gone wrong
Got me wonderin' where my baby's gone
I can't suffer fools wastin' my time
Don't give me no advice that rhymes
Hey gimme just one more puff of that worry b gone
Don't gimme no shit just gimme a hit
I'm smokin' all day and I can't get lit
Don't gimme no guff,gimme a puff
You know how I love that stuff
Gimme just one more puff
Diamond Joe lyrics - Guy Clark
Now There's a man you'll hear about
Most anywhere you go,
And his holdings are in Texas
And his name is Diamond Joe.
And he carries all his money
In a diamond-studded jar.
He never took much trouble
With the process of the law.
I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys,
Did offer him my hand,
He gave a string of horses
So old they could not stand.
And I nearly starved to death, boys,
He did mistreat me so,
And I never saved a dollar
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
Now his bread it was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn't chaw,
Nearly drove me crazy
With the waggin' of his jaw.
And the tellin' of his story,
Mean to let you know
That there never was a rounder
That could lie like Diamond Joe.
Now, I tried three times to quit him,
But he did argue so
I'm still punchin' cattle
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
And when I'm called up yonder
And it's my time to go,
Give my blankets to my buddies
Most anywhere you go,
And his holdings are in Texas
And his name is Diamond Joe.
And he carries all his money
In a diamond-studded jar.
He never took much trouble
With the process of the law.
I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys,
Did offer him my hand,
He gave a string of horses
So old they could not stand.
And I nearly starved to death, boys,
He did mistreat me so,
And I never saved a dollar
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
Now his bread it was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn't chaw,
Nearly drove me crazy
With the waggin' of his jaw.
And the tellin' of his story,
Mean to let you know
That there never was a rounder
That could lie like Diamond Joe.
Now, I tried three times to quit him,
But he did argue so
I'm still punchin' cattle
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
And when I'm called up yonder
And it's my time to go,
Give my blankets to my buddies
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