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.
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
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
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?
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?
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.
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.
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
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.
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 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.
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
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
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
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
If I Needed You lyrics - Guy Clark
If I needed you would you come to me?
Would you come to me and ease my pain?
If you needed me I would come to you
I'd swim the seas for to ease your pain
In the night forlorn, oh, the morning's born
And the morning shines with the lights of love
You will miss sunrise if you close your eyes
That would break my heart in two
The lady's with me now since I showed her how
To lay her lily hand in mine
Loop and Lil agree she's a sight to see
And a treasure for the poor to find
If I needed you would you come to me?
Would you come to me and ease my pain?
If you needed me I would come to you
I'd swim the seas for to ease your pain
Hollywood 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"
Tune it up, play a song
And let's just see what haunts it
So, I hit a couple of chords
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
I saw my name was on the case
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"
Tune it up, play a song
And let's just see what haunts it
So, I hit a couple of chords
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
I saw my name was on the case
Wrong Side Of The Tracks lyrics - Guy Clark
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
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
Mud lyrics - Guy Clark
Now down by the creek where the water goes slow
The green-backed heron and the moccasin know
All things come to him who waits
Yet he is lost who hesitates
Life and death just dancin' 'round in the mud
Well, The light comes down through the limbs and the leaves
And dapples the water between the reeds
The air tastes green, the bank gets soft
Right about then your shoes come off
You got to get it between your toes, the mud
Mud pie, mud in your eye
Mud on a snake bite don't you die
Take a little rain, take a little dirt
Make a little mud get it on your shirt
Now when I die please bury me down by this old muddy creek
Let the crawfish have their way
It's mud to mud and that's okay
We all just crawled out of the mud
Mud pie, mud in your eye
Mud on a snake bite don't you die
Take a little rain, take a little dirt
Make a little mud get it on your shirt
Mud pie, mud in your eye
Mud on a snake bite don't you die
Take a little rain, take a little dirt
Make a little mud get it on your shirt
Now, we're all just sloggin' through the mud
The green-backed heron and the moccasin know
All things come to him who waits
Yet he is lost who hesitates
Life and death just dancin' 'round in the mud
Well, The light comes down through the limbs and the leaves
And dapples the water between the reeds
The air tastes green, the bank gets soft
Right about then your shoes come off
You got to get it between your toes, the mud
Mud pie, mud in your eye
Mud on a snake bite don't you die
Take a little rain, take a little dirt
Make a little mud get it on your shirt
Now when I die please bury me down by this old muddy creek
Let the crawfish have their way
It's mud to mud and that's okay
We all just crawled out of the mud
Mud pie, mud in your eye
Mud on a snake bite don't you die
Take a little rain, take a little dirt
Make a little mud get it on your shirt
Mud pie, mud in your eye
Mud on a snake bite don't you die
Take a little rain, take a little dirt
Make a little mud get it on your shirt
Now, we're all just sloggin' through the mud
Arizona Star lyrics - Guy Clark
'Twas in the town of Nashville in the year of '75
This Arizona star she just fell out of the sky
She was shinin' like a diamond, she had tombstones in her eyes
She liked drinkin', she liked smokin', she liked dancin' in the aisle
She was a pre-Madonna primadonna, part time southern belle
Man she shoulda been an actress, oh she played the part so well
She might've been a singer, but you really couldn't tell
She was the Arizona star and she was born to give 'em hell
When you're cool, the sun shines all the time
So she always kept her shades on to keep from going blind
She was cool, she was out there so far
She was nothin' less and nothin' more than the Arizona star
She had a girlfriend named George, and George carried a sword
And wore purple tights and they hung out every night
Oh I'm talkin' 'bout a circus man, I'm talkin' 'bout three rings
And there was four or five clowns in a washing machine
But she never met a stranger as far as I could tell
She was the Arizona star and Jim McGuire he knew her well
She made real an oxymoron, she made mirrors, she made smoke
She had a curve ball that wouldn't quit, and a girlfriend for a joke.
When you're cool, the sun shines all the time
So she always kept her shades on to keep from going blind
She was cool, she was out there so far
She was nothin' less and nothin' more than the Arizona star
She was cool, she was out there so far
She was nothin' less and nothin' more than the Arizona star
This Arizona star she just fell out of the sky
She was shinin' like a diamond, she had tombstones in her eyes
She liked drinkin', she liked smokin', she liked dancin' in the aisle
She was a pre-Madonna primadonna, part time southern belle
Man she shoulda been an actress, oh she played the part so well
She might've been a singer, but you really couldn't tell
She was the Arizona star and she was born to give 'em hell
When you're cool, the sun shines all the time
So she always kept her shades on to keep from going blind
She was cool, she was out there so far
She was nothin' less and nothin' more than the Arizona star
She had a girlfriend named George, and George carried a sword
And wore purple tights and they hung out every night
Oh I'm talkin' 'bout a circus man, I'm talkin' 'bout three rings
And there was four or five clowns in a washing machine
But she never met a stranger as far as I could tell
She was the Arizona star and Jim McGuire he knew her well
She made real an oxymoron, she made mirrors, she made smoke
She had a curve ball that wouldn't quit, and a girlfriend for a joke.
When you're cool, the sun shines all the time
So she always kept her shades on to keep from going blind
She was cool, she was out there so far
She was nothin' less and nothin' more than the Arizona star
She was cool, she was out there so far
She was nothin' less and nothin' more than the Arizona star
Magnolia Wind lyrics - Guy Clark
I'd rather sleep in a box like a bum on the street
Than a fine feather bed without your little ol' cold feet
And I'd rather be deaf, dumb, and stone blind
Than to know that your mornings will never be mine
And I'd rather die young than to live without you
I'd rather go hungry than eat lonesome stew
You know it's once in a lifetime and it won't come again
It's here and it's gone on a magnolia wind
I'd rather not walk through the garden again
If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind
Well if it ever comes time that it comes time to go
Sis' pack up your fiddle, Sis' pack up your bow
If I can't dance with you then I won't dance at all
I'll just sit this one out with my back to the wall
I'd rather not hear pretty music again
If I can't hear your fiddle on a magnolia wind
If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind
Than a fine feather bed without your little ol' cold feet
And I'd rather be deaf, dumb, and stone blind
Than to know that your mornings will never be mine
And I'd rather die young than to live without you
I'd rather go hungry than eat lonesome stew
You know it's once in a lifetime and it won't come again
It's here and it's gone on a magnolia wind
I'd rather not walk through the garden again
If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind
Well if it ever comes time that it comes time to go
Sis' pack up your fiddle, Sis' pack up your bow
If I can't dance with you then I won't dance at all
I'll just sit this one out with my back to the wall
I'd rather not hear pretty music again
If I can't hear your fiddle on a magnolia wind
If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind
Soldier's Joy, 1864 lyrics - Guy Clark
Now first I thought a snake had got me, it happened dreadful quick
'Twas a bullet in my leg, right off I got sick
I came to in a wagonload of ten more wounded men
Five was dead by the time we reached that bloody tent
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, you know what I mean
I don't want to hurt no more my leg is turnin' green
Now the doctor came and looked at me and this is what he said
Your dancin' days are done, son, it's a good thing you ain't dead
Then he went to work with a carvin' knifed, sweat fell from his brow
'Bout killed me tryin' to save my life when he cut that lead ball out
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, ain't you got no more
Hand me down my walkin' cane I ain't cut out for war
Now the red blood run right through my veins, it run all over the floor
And it run right down his apron strings like a river out the door
He handed me a bottle said, son drink deep as you can
He turned away and he turned right back with a hacksaw in his hand
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I like
Bear down on that fiddle boys just like Saturday night
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I crave
I'll be hittin' that Soldier's Joy 'til I'm in my grave
'Twas a bullet in my leg, right off I got sick
I came to in a wagonload of ten more wounded men
Five was dead by the time we reached that bloody tent
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, you know what I mean
I don't want to hurt no more my leg is turnin' green
Now the doctor came and looked at me and this is what he said
Your dancin' days are done, son, it's a good thing you ain't dead
Then he went to work with a carvin' knifed, sweat fell from his brow
'Bout killed me tryin' to save my life when he cut that lead ball out
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, ain't you got no more
Hand me down my walkin' cane I ain't cut out for war
Now the red blood run right through my veins, it run all over the floor
And it run right down his apron strings like a river out the door
He handed me a bottle said, son drink deep as you can
He turned away and he turned right back with a hacksaw in his hand
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I like
Bear down on that fiddle boys just like Saturday night
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I crave
I'll be hittin' that Soldier's Joy 'til I'm in my grave
Dancin' Days lyrics - Guy Clark
Some of her dancin' days are over
Some of her dancin' days are done
But she's still got a couple of two steps
She ain't shown no one
Time will tell if she needs you
Time will tell if she don't
What'll you do if she believes you
What'll you do if she won't
You can't fence her in with wire
You can't fence her in with words
Bet your life she's on fire
She's got a pistol in her purse
Don't sell her short if she leaves you
Don't sell her short if she stays
She's got cards up her sleeve still
That she never got to play
It ain't like she she's tryin' to lose you
She's just thinkin' for herself
She said come on if it moves you
Don't just stay here by yourself
You can't fence her in with wire
You can't fence her in with words
Bet your life she's on fire
She's got a pistol in her purse
You can't fence her in with wire
You can't fence her in with words
Bet your life she's on fire
She's got a pistol in her purse
Some of her dancin' days are over
Some of her dancin' days are done
Some of her dancin' days are done
But she's still got a couple of two steps
She ain't shown no one
Time will tell if she needs you
Time will tell if she don't
What'll you do if she believes you
What'll you do if she won't
You can't fence her in with wire
You can't fence her in with words
Bet your life she's on fire
She's got a pistol in her purse
Don't sell her short if she leaves you
Don't sell her short if she stays
She's got cards up her sleeve still
That she never got to play
It ain't like she she's tryin' to lose you
She's just thinkin' for herself
She said come on if it moves you
Don't just stay here by yourself
You can't fence her in with wire
You can't fence her in with words
Bet your life she's on fire
She's got a pistol in her purse
You can't fence her in with wire
You can't fence her in with words
Bet your life she's on fire
She's got a pistol in her purse
Some of her dancin' days are over
Some of her dancin' days are done
Homeless lyrics - Guy Clark
Cardboard sign old and bent, says "Friend for Life 25¢"
When did this start makin' sense man it's really getting cold
Sometimes I forget things and I get confused
I could still be working but they refuse
Now I'm livin' with the bums, the whores and the abused
Man I hate gettin' old
Homeless...get away from here
Don't give 'em no money they just spend it on beer
Homeless...will work for food
You'll do anything that you gotta do when you're homeless
Betty sings a song that no one hears
The wind begins to freeze her tears
She says God it's been so many years
She's way past complainin'
She sings a heartfelt melody
One that begs for harmony
Yah it's not what she thought it'd be
But hey it could be rainin'
Homeless...get away from here
Don't give 'em no money they just spend it on beer
Homeless...will work for food
You'll do anything you gotta do when you're homeless
You know life ain't easy it takes work
It takes healin' cause you're going to get hurt
You can lose your faith you can lose your shirt
Lose your way some time
Ah, you never really have control
Sometimes you just gotta let it go
When the final line unfolds
It don't always rhyme
Homeless...get away from here
Don't give 'em no money they just spend it on beer
Homeless...will work for food
You'll do anything that you gotta do when you're homeless
Homeless...get away from here
Don't give 'em no money they just spend it on beer
Homeless...will work for food
You'll do anything that you gotta do when you're homeless
Cardboard sign old and bent, says "Friend for Life 25¢"
When did this start makin' sense man it's really getting cold
Sometimes I forget things and I get confused
I could still be working but they refuse
Now I'm livin' with the bums, the whores and the abused
Man I hate gettin' old
Homeless...get away from here
Don't give 'em no money they just spend it on beer
Homeless...will work for food
You'll do anything that you gotta do when you're homeless
Betty sings a song that no one hears
The wind begins to freeze her tears
She says God it's been so many years
She's way past complainin'
She sings a heartfelt melody
One that begs for harmony
Yah it's not what she thought it'd be
But hey it could be rainin'
Homeless...get away from here
Don't give 'em no money they just spend it on beer
Homeless...will work for food
You'll do anything you gotta do when you're homeless
You know life ain't easy it takes work
It takes healin' cause you're going to get hurt
You can lose your faith you can lose your shirt
Lose your way some time
Ah, you never really have control
Sometimes you just gotta let it go
When the final line unfolds
It don't always rhyme
Homeless...get away from here
Don't give 'em no money they just spend it on beer
Homeless...will work for food
You'll do anything that you gotta do when you're homeless
Homeless...get away from here
Don't give 'em no money they just spend it on beer
Homeless...will work for food
You'll do anything that you gotta do when you're homeless
Cardboard sign old and bent, says "Friend for Life 25¢"
Off The Map lyrics - Guy Clark
He's down a dead end road
And he don't know where
The right front tire
Is gonna need some air
Up around the bend
Just a two pump place
So he pulls in
To get his bearings straight
And he thumbs back
Through his life
The pages cut
Just like a knife
One by one
He tears them out
How he got this lost
He don't know how
In a nowhere town
With a nowhere name
He's nowhere closer to where he came from
Dead sure no one's to blame
He's just off the map again
Well it starts to rain
He's gonna wait it out
Gonna rest his eyes
Gonna face his doubts
And he pours a drink
In a paper cup
He goes to sleep
And he don't wake up
In a nowhere town
With a nowhere name
He's nowhere closer to where he came from
Dead sure no one's to blame
He's just off the map
In a nowhere town
With a nowhere name
He's nowhere closer to where he came from
Dead sure no one's to blame
He's just off the map
And he don't know where
The right front tire
Is gonna need some air
Up around the bend
Just a two pump place
So he pulls in
To get his bearings straight
And he thumbs back
Through his life
The pages cut
Just like a knife
One by one
He tears them out
How he got this lost
He don't know how
In a nowhere town
With a nowhere name
He's nowhere closer to where he came from
Dead sure no one's to blame
He's just off the map again
Well it starts to rain
He's gonna wait it out
Gonna rest his eyes
Gonna face his doubts
And he pours a drink
In a paper cup
He goes to sleep
And he don't wake up
In a nowhere town
With a nowhere name
He's nowhere closer to where he came from
Dead sure no one's to blame
He's just off the map
In a nowhere town
With a nowhere name
He's nowhere closer to where he came from
Dead sure no one's to blame
He's just off the map
Bag Of Bones lyrics - Guy Clark
He said his hip talks to him when it's ready to rain
He's had a little nip and he's feelin' no pain
When he gets like this he feels like talkin'
He said he took some shrapnel at the Bay of Pigs
He lost two fingers on a gulf oil rig
Oh, you gotta watch him he'll take off walkin'
Some folks say he's lost his mind, but he's just runnin' out of time
He said this ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
There's a lot more standin' here than what you see
He said my back is bendin' low but my spirit's flyin' free
This ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
He said I live each day like its my last
Time won't keep it goes so fast
You better do the best you can do
He said life's a tune you whistle in the dark
When you get it right you get a little spark
And the sun comes up and it all dawns on you
He said this ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
There's a lot more standin' here than what you see
He said my back is bendin' low but my spirit's flyin' free
This ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
My back is bendin' low but my spirit's flyin' free
Well this ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
Ah, this ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
He's had a little nip and he's feelin' no pain
When he gets like this he feels like talkin'
He said he took some shrapnel at the Bay of Pigs
He lost two fingers on a gulf oil rig
Oh, you gotta watch him he'll take off walkin'
Some folks say he's lost his mind, but he's just runnin' out of time
He said this ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
There's a lot more standin' here than what you see
He said my back is bendin' low but my spirit's flyin' free
This ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
He said I live each day like its my last
Time won't keep it goes so fast
You better do the best you can do
He said life's a tune you whistle in the dark
When you get it right you get a little spark
And the sun comes up and it all dawns on you
He said this ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
There's a lot more standin' here than what you see
He said my back is bendin' low but my spirit's flyin' free
This ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
My back is bendin' low but my spirit's flyin' free
Well this ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
Ah, this ol' Bag of Bones ain't really me
She Loves To Ride Horses lyrics - Guy Clark
Two shots of Wild Turkey puts the wind in her hair
Bound and determined in the cold mornin' air
If you don't like horses I'd suggest you stay home
She don't ride double get a horse of your own
She loves to ride horses, she doesn't care
How long it'll take her or if she ever gets there
She ain't got no reason and she don't need no rhyme
She loves to ride horses in 3/4 time
Ah, you can't tell her nothing she don't want to know
You can't take here nowhere she don't want to go
She might not show up, she might not call
She loves to ride horses and that's about all
She loves to ride horses, she doesn't care
How long it'll take her or if she ever gets there
She ain't got no reason, ah she don't need no rhyme
She just loves to ride horses in 3/4 time
She loves to ride horses, she doesn't care
How long it'll take her or if she ever gets there
She ain't got no reason, ah she don't need no rhyme
She just loves to ride horses in 3/4 time
Bound and determined in the cold mornin' air
If you don't like horses I'd suggest you stay home
She don't ride double get a horse of your own
She loves to ride horses, she doesn't care
How long it'll take her or if she ever gets there
She ain't got no reason and she don't need no rhyme
She loves to ride horses in 3/4 time
Ah, you can't tell her nothing she don't want to know
You can't take here nowhere she don't want to go
She might not show up, she might not call
She loves to ride horses and that's about all
She loves to ride horses, she doesn't care
How long it'll take her or if she ever gets there
She ain't got no reason, ah she don't need no rhyme
She just loves to ride horses in 3/4 time
She loves to ride horses, she doesn't care
How long it'll take her or if she ever gets there
She ain't got no reason, ah she don't need no rhyme
She just loves to ride horses in 3/4 time
Rex's Blues lyrics - Guy Clark
Ride the blue wind high and free
She'll lead you down through misery
Leave you low come time to go
Alone and low as low can be
If I had a nickel I'd find a game
If I won a dollar I would make it rain
If it rained an ocean I'd drink it dry
And lay me down dissatisfied
Legs to walk and thoughts to fly
Eyes to laugh and lips to cry
A restless tongue to classify
All born to grow and grown to die
Tell my baby I said so long
Tell my mother I did no wrong
Tell my brother to watch his own
Tell my friends to mourn me none
Chained upon the face of time
Feeling full of foolish rhyme
There ain't no dark 'til something shines
I'm bound to leave this dark behind
Ride the blue wind high and free
She'll lead you down through misery
Leave you low come time to go
Alone and low as low can be
She'll lead you down through misery
Leave you low come time to go
Alone and low as low can be
If I had a nickel I'd find a game
If I won a dollar I would make it rain
If it rained an ocean I'd drink it dry
And lay me down dissatisfied
Legs to walk and thoughts to fly
Eyes to laugh and lips to cry
A restless tongue to classify
All born to grow and grown to die
Tell my baby I said so long
Tell my mother I did no wrong
Tell my brother to watch his own
Tell my friends to mourn me none
Chained upon the face of time
Feeling full of foolish rhyme
There ain't no dark 'til something shines
I'm bound to leave this dark behind
Ride the blue wind high and free
She'll lead you down through misery
Leave you low come time to go
Alone and low as low can be
Queenie's Song lyrics - Guy Clark
Some S.O.B. shot my dog
I found her under a tree
If I hadn't loved that dog so much
It wouldn't mean nothin' to me
You son-of-a-bitch I'll tell you what, I will not be deterred
I'll find you out and track you down
On that you got my word
Queenie's getting buried
It's time to dig the hole
New years day in Santa Fe
Broke mean and it broke cold
I don't predict the world will end
And I don't presume it won't
And I don't pretend to give a damn
If it do or if it don't
And I bet you got a gun for Christmas
That don't make it right
What in the hell were you thinkin'
With little Queenie in your sights
Queenie's getting buried
It's time to dig the hole
New years day in Santa Fe
Broke mean and it broke cold
Now brother death and father time
Are almost loaded up
And they're headed for the border line
In a stolen pick-up truck
For old acquaintance not forgot
For old dogs left behind
I won't forgive and I can't forget
The year of '99
Screamin' Auld Lang Syne
Queenie's getting buried
It's time to dig the hole
New years day in Santa Fe
Broke mean and it broke cold
I found her under a tree
If I hadn't loved that dog so much
It wouldn't mean nothin' to me
You son-of-a-bitch I'll tell you what, I will not be deterred
I'll find you out and track you down
On that you got my word
Queenie's getting buried
It's time to dig the hole
New years day in Santa Fe
Broke mean and it broke cold
I don't predict the world will end
And I don't presume it won't
And I don't pretend to give a damn
If it do or if it don't
And I bet you got a gun for Christmas
That don't make it right
What in the hell were you thinkin'
With little Queenie in your sights
Queenie's getting buried
It's time to dig the hole
New years day in Santa Fe
Broke mean and it broke cold
Now brother death and father time
Are almost loaded up
And they're headed for the border line
In a stolen pick-up truck
For old acquaintance not forgot
For old dogs left behind
I won't forgive and I can't forget
The year of '99
Screamin' Auld Lang Syne
Queenie's getting buried
It's time to dig the hole
New years day in Santa Fe
Broke mean and it broke cold
The Dark lyrics - Guy Clark
In The Dark you can sometimes hear your own heart beat
Or the heart of the one next to you
The house settles down after holding itself up all day
Shoulder slumps, gives a big sigh
You hear no one's foot fall in the hall
That drip in the kitchen sink markin' time
June bug on the window screen can't get in but he keeps on tryin'
One way or another we're all in The Dark
Fireflies, sparks, lightning, stars
Campfires, the moon, headlights on cars
The Northern Lights and The Milky Way
You can't see that stuff in the day
When the earth turns its back on the sun
The stars come out and the planets start to run around
Now they call that day is done
But really it's just getting started
Some folks take comfort in that
And how dark is it
It's too dark for goblins
And how dark is it
It's so dark you can smell the moon
How dark is it
It's so dark the wind gets lost
How dark is it
It's so dark the sky's on fire
How dark is it
It's so dark you can see Ft. Worth from here
Or the heart of the one next to you
The house settles down after holding itself up all day
Shoulder slumps, gives a big sigh
You hear no one's foot fall in the hall
That drip in the kitchen sink markin' time
June bug on the window screen can't get in but he keeps on tryin'
One way or another we're all in The Dark
Fireflies, sparks, lightning, stars
Campfires, the moon, headlights on cars
The Northern Lights and The Milky Way
You can't see that stuff in the day
When the earth turns its back on the sun
The stars come out and the planets start to run around
Now they call that day is done
But really it's just getting started
Some folks take comfort in that
And how dark is it
It's too dark for goblins
And how dark is it
It's so dark you can smell the moon
How dark is it
It's so dark the wind gets lost
How dark is it
It's so dark the sky's on fire
How dark is it
It's so dark you can see Ft. Worth from here
Cold Dog Soup lyrics - Guy Clark
William Butler Yeats in jeans
Got up to play guitar and sing
In some join in Mission Beach last night
At the door sat Tom Waits
In a pork pie hat and silver skates
Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ
Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar
Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star
Can't remember where he parked his car
Or to whom he lost the keys
Full of angst and hillbilly haiku
What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do
Go on rhyme somethin' for 'em, man
Show him how you really feel
Ain't no money in poetry
That's what sets the poet free
I've had all the freedom I can stand
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Is all it takes to get me by
Fool my belly till the day I die
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Ginsberg and Kerouac
Shootin' dice and playin' Ramblin' Jack's guitar
With the cowboy paintin' pickguard on it
And they sat in the back and drank for free
And rhymed orange with Rosalie
Now there's a pride of lions to draw to
Ain't no money in poetry
That's what sets the poet free
I've had all the freedom I can stand
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Is all it takes to get me by
Fool my belly till the day I die
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Got up to play guitar and sing
In some join in Mission Beach last night
At the door sat Tom Waits
In a pork pie hat and silver skates
Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ
Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar
Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star
Can't remember where he parked his car
Or to whom he lost the keys
Full of angst and hillbilly haiku
What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do
Go on rhyme somethin' for 'em, man
Show him how you really feel
Ain't no money in poetry
That's what sets the poet free
I've had all the freedom I can stand
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Is all it takes to get me by
Fool my belly till the day I die
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Ginsberg and Kerouac
Shootin' dice and playin' Ramblin' Jack's guitar
With the cowboy paintin' pickguard on it
And they sat in the back and drank for free
And rhymed orange with Rosalie
Now there's a pride of lions to draw to
Ain't no money in poetry
That's what sets the poet free
I've had all the freedom I can stand
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Is all it takes to get me by
Fool my belly till the day I die
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Fort Worth Blues lyrics - Guy Clark
Fort Worth neon shinin' bright
Pretty lights red and blue
They shut down all the honky tonks tonight
Say a prayer or two, if they only knew
You used to say the highway was your home
But we both know that ain't true
It's just the only place a man can go
When he don't know where he's travelin' to
Colorado's always clean and healin'
Tennessee the spring is green and cool
But it never really was your kind of town
So you went around with the Fort Worth blues
Somewhere out across the Great Divide
Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear to the light
Just hold on tight, that's all you got to do
They say in Texas the weather's always changin'
One thing change will bring is something new
Houston really ain't too bad a town
So you hung around with the Fort Worth Blues
There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight
Silver light on green and blue
Every place I travel to find
Some kind of sign that you've been through
Amsterdam us always good for grievin'
London never fails to leave me blue
Paris really ain't my kind of town
So I walked around with the Fort Worth blues
Pretty lights red and blue
They shut down all the honky tonks tonight
Say a prayer or two, if they only knew
You used to say the highway was your home
But we both know that ain't true
It's just the only place a man can go
When he don't know where he's travelin' to
Colorado's always clean and healin'
Tennessee the spring is green and cool
But it never really was your kind of town
So you went around with the Fort Worth blues
Somewhere out across the Great Divide
Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear to the light
Just hold on tight, that's all you got to do
They say in Texas the weather's always changin'
One thing change will bring is something new
Houston really ain't too bad a town
So you hung around with the Fort Worth Blues
There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight
Silver light on green and blue
Every place I travel to find
Some kind of sign that you've been through
Amsterdam us always good for grievin'
London never fails to leave me blue
Paris really ain't my kind of town
So I walked around with the Fort Worth blues
Sis Draper lyrics - Giy Clark
Kick your shoes off in the corner mama
Tuck the babies all up snug
Sis Draper's comin' over, we all gonna cut a rug
When you see that lantern swingin' yonder
Comin' up the Holler Road
Them dogs'll get to barkin'
Ought to tie em all up with a rope
You boys better get in tune
Sis Draper's gonna be here soon
Don't shoot no dice nor get too tight
If you're gonna pick with Sis tonight
She came down from the Boston mountains
There was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them fiddle strings
Magnolia in her hair
She's a diamond in the rough
If you can't see the shine that's tough
Play all night for the likes of us
Sis Draper's got the touch
She'll play all night if she feels like it
Have some fruit punch if you spike it
Sis don't care who don't like it
See, ol' Sis has got a Hell of a bow arm on her
She stepped up and sawed one off
And uncle Cleve dropped his jaw
Said she's the best I ever saw
She must be from Arkansas
I think Grandpa used to date her
Grandma says she still hates her
All the fellas stand up straighter
In the presence of Sis Draper
Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
Plays it like her mama taught her
She's a travelin' Arkansawyer
Put her fiddle in a box
Said it's getting awful late
She's on her way to Little Rock
And Little Rock can't wait
So we all stood out in the yard
Hands all full of watermelon
Watcher her leave watched her go
Wishin' I was in that wagon
Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
Plays it like her mama taught her
She's a travelin' Arkansawyer
Tuck the babies all up snug
Sis Draper's comin' over, we all gonna cut a rug
When you see that lantern swingin' yonder
Comin' up the Holler Road
Them dogs'll get to barkin'
Ought to tie em all up with a rope
You boys better get in tune
Sis Draper's gonna be here soon
Don't shoot no dice nor get too tight
If you're gonna pick with Sis tonight
She came down from the Boston mountains
There was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them fiddle strings
Magnolia in her hair
She's a diamond in the rough
If you can't see the shine that's tough
Play all night for the likes of us
Sis Draper's got the touch
She'll play all night if she feels like it
Have some fruit punch if you spike it
Sis don't care who don't like it
See, ol' Sis has got a Hell of a bow arm on her
She stepped up and sawed one off
And uncle Cleve dropped his jaw
Said she's the best I ever saw
She must be from Arkansas
I think Grandpa used to date her
Grandma says she still hates her
All the fellas stand up straighter
In the presence of Sis Draper
Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
Plays it like her mama taught her
She's a travelin' Arkansawyer
Put her fiddle in a box
Said it's getting awful late
She's on her way to Little Rock
And Little Rock can't wait
So we all stood out in the yard
Hands all full of watermelon
Watcher her leave watched her go
Wishin' I was in that wagon
Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
Plays it like her mama taught her
She's a travelin' Arkansawyer
Ain't No Trouble To Me lyrics - Guy Clark
Baby don't let 'em blow smoke up your dress
Don't let 'em break your heart
Don't start thinkin' that life's a mess
You've done just fine so far
When the ways of the world start getting you down
And you're all out of repartee
If your smile turns to a frown
It ain't no trouble to me
Trouble be gone, trouble be damned
Love be trouble free
Come on home any old time
It ain't no trouble to me, ain't no trouble to me
I got a shoulder with your name on it
If a tear come to your eye
I got ears to hear anything you fear
And a tongue will not lie
Yeah, I'm gonna love you till the day I die
That's a guarantee
Tomorrow be another day
It ain't no trouble to me
Trouble be gone, trouble be damned
Love be trouble free
Come on home any old time
It ain't no trouble to me, ain't no trouble to me
I said, “Trouble be gone, trouble be damned
Love be trouble free
Come on home any old time
It ain't no trouble to me, ain't no trouble to me”
Don't let 'em break your heart
Don't start thinkin' that life's a mess
You've done just fine so far
When the ways of the world start getting you down
And you're all out of repartee
If your smile turns to a frown
It ain't no trouble to me
Trouble be gone, trouble be damned
Love be trouble free
Come on home any old time
It ain't no trouble to me, ain't no trouble to me
I got a shoulder with your name on it
If a tear come to your eye
I got ears to hear anything you fear
And a tongue will not lie
Yeah, I'm gonna love you till the day I die
That's a guarantee
Tomorrow be another day
It ain't no trouble to me
Trouble be gone, trouble be damned
Love be trouble free
Come on home any old time
It ain't no trouble to me, ain't no trouble to me
I said, “Trouble be gone, trouble be damned
Love be trouble free
Come on home any old time
It ain't no trouble to me, ain't no trouble to me”
Water Under The Bridge lyrics - Guy Clark
They baptized me one fine day
Down at the river's edge
All my sins are washed away
Like water under the bridge
I had a little girl and her eyes were blue
She lived just over the ridge
Her love ran deep and her love ran true
Like water under the bridge
Sailin' away on a paper boat
As far as I can go
All the way to New Orleans
And the Gulf of Mexico
River run clear river run clean
River run rough sometime
River run wild and it run serene
Just like a friend of mine
Tie my troubles in a gunnysack
And throw em' over the edge
Sailin' away and I won't be back
Like water under the bridge
You might be saint you might be sinner
You might be Billy The Kid
You might crap out or roll a winner
It's water under the bridge
Down at the river's edge
All my sins are washed away
Like water under the bridge
I had a little girl and her eyes were blue
She lived just over the ridge
Her love ran deep and her love ran true
Like water under the bridge
Sailin' away on a paper boat
As far as I can go
All the way to New Orleans
And the Gulf of Mexico
River run clear river run clean
River run rough sometime
River run wild and it run serene
Just like a friend of mine
Tie my troubles in a gunnysack
And throw em' over the edge
Sailin' away and I won't be back
Like water under the bridge
You might be saint you might be sinner
You might be Billy The Kid
You might crap out or roll a winner
It's water under the bridge
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