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

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”

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

Forever, For Always, For Certain lyrics - Guy Clark

Forever ain't easy to come by
For always ain't never to sure
For certain is less than you hoped for
For someone it's hard to endure
Foresaken must sometimes befall us
For sorrow sometimes will call
Four seasons go around on a pinwheel
And tomorrow ain't nothin' at all

The first time that I came by lovin'
Forever was all on my mind
And I never got used to the hurting
Or the searchin' for some love in kind
And it seems like I'm still chasing rainbows
It seems like I'm still on the run
Forever don't mean much in passing
Forgotten don't mean that it's done

Forever, for always, for certain'
For someone forsaken for sure
For any old plan you got workin'
For any old pain you can cure
Forever, for always, for certain

Men Will Be Boys lyrics - Guy Clark

[Chorus]
The only difference between men and boys
Is the size of their feet and the price of their toys
Always horsin' around makin' too much noise
Ain't it funny how men will be boys

Kickin' tires round the pick-up truck
Drinkin' beer and just cuttin' up
Smokin' and jokin' out behind the shed
Cussin' a blue streak till the girls turn red

[Chorus]

Sneakin' out of the house tryin' to have a little fun
Lookin' for somthin' that he ain't done
Look what the cat dragged in at the break of dawn
He ain't passed out he's campin' on the lawn

[Chorus]

You can spend a lifetime growin' up
You can spend a lifetime in a rut
When it comes a time you got to make a choice
Most men would just as soon be boys

[Chorus]

Indian Head Penny lyrics - Guy Clark

I rolled off the San Francisco mint in 1909
The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shine
When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid
Making change for a jaw breaker was the first thing that I did

I got traded for a pocket knife, two marbles and some string
Wound up on a railroad track waiting for a train
Snatched up by a hobo and turned right into wine
Pitched up against the wall at least a thousand times

[Chorus]
'Round and 'round a penny goes
'Round and back again
Listen and I'll tell you
The places that I've been

I got stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then
He gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his land
I was good luck to a soldier back in W.W.II
He lost me in a poker game the day the war was through

I got stuck behind the back seat of a '51 Chevrolet
Spare change in the sixties, getting worth less every day
Now it's piggy banks and gum machines and occasional wishing wells
Or laying on a barroom floor, Indian heads or tails

[Chorus]

I'm a pretty lucky penny, Lord it happens every time
Just when I start feeling lost and left behind
Some kid will pick me up and wonder where I've been
Put me in his pocket, and here I go again

[Chorus]

Bunkhouse Blues lyrics - Guy Clark

At the Broken Heart Ranch
You can always get work
As a cowfool
There's feelin's to wrangle
Loose ends to untangle and tie

Sun up to sundown
Ridin' herd on old memories
Sundown to sun up
Singin' the bunkhouse blues

There's a lone bawlin' calf
Lost in a little box canyon
Got no companion
Lord, don't I know how he feels

Up there on the canyon rim
Blows a cold coyote wind
Buzzards grinnin' down at him
I'm singin' the bunkhouse blues

At the Broken Heart Ranch
Saturday night sure gets lonesome
I long for the lights
And the comfort of someone in town

Playin' cards and killin' time
Somebody stole my piggin' line
this ain't no nursery rhyme
I'm talkin' the bunkhouse blues

Red River lyrics - Guy Clark

From Palo Duro Canyon outside Amarillo Texas
The prairie dog town fork of the Red River flows
Headed cross the plains along the coast of Oklahoma
To the Mississippi River and the Gulf of Mexico

Red River I know you I know you of old
You have filled up my pockets with quicksand and gold
Susanna oh Susanna when it comes my time
Bury me south of that Red River line

My great grandfather came to that Red River line
And camped on the north side until it was time
To cross or to stay to be sooner or not
He headed south to San Antone they said he liked it hot

Here's to Charlie Goodnight and Mr. Loving too
Here's to Coronado, the Comanche, and the blues
Here's to the bootleggers and the oilfield crews
Here's to the one and all of us Red River fools

Die Tryin' lyrics - Guy Clark

Don't be a stranger
If you're looking for a friend
If you want an even break
You've got to learn to bend

You don't have a song
If you don't know how to sing
You don't have a prayer
If you don't know how to dream

What's the use in dyin' if you don't die tryin'
If you don't die tryin', what's the use?
What's the use in flyin' if you don't die flyin'
If you don't die flyin', what's the use?

If you're gonna roll the dice
You gotta take a chance
Gotta get out on the floor
If you want to do the dance

If you don't know how to laugh
You'll never learn to cry
If you don't know how to fall
You'll never learn how to fly

What's the use in dyin' if you don't die tryin'
If you don't die tryin', what's the use?
What's the use in flyin' if you don't die flyin'
If you don't die flyin', what's the use?

Be Gone Forever lyrics - Guy Clark

Sometimes a loser
Sometimes a hero
This is a lonely captain's story
Sword and a pistol by his side

Do Lord, oh do remember Him
Yes, yes, remember Him, there will be a singer
Whenever his time has come to die
Be gone forever

Sometimes an angel
Sometimes unwanted
This is a lonely nurse's story
Watch and a clipboard by her side

Do Lord, oh do remember Him
Yes, yes, remember Him, there will be a singer
Whenever his time has come to die
Be gone forever

Sometimes a legend
Sometimes a beggar
This is a lonely hobo's story
Cane and a switchblade by his side

Do Lord, oh do remember Him
Yes, yes, remember Him, there will be a singer
Whenever his time has come to die
Be gone forever

Sometimes we're ugly
Not really worth it
This is a lonely planet's story
We're the third one from the sun

Do Lord, oh do remember Him
Yes, yes, remember Him, there will be a singer
Whenever his time has come to die
Be gone forever

"Dublin Blues" (1995)

• Dublin Blues lyrics - Guy Clark
• Black Diamond Strings lyrics - Guy Clark
• Shut Up and Talk to Me lyrics - Guy Clark
• Stuff That Works lyrics - Guy Clark
• Hank Williams Said It Best lyrics - Guy Clark
• The Cape lyrics - Guy Clark
• Baby Took A Limo To Memphis lyrics - Guy Clark
• Tryin' To Try lyrics - Guy Clark
• Hangin' Your Life On The Wall lyrics - Guy Clark
• The Randall Knife lyrics - Guy Clark

Dublin Blues lyrics - Guy Clark

I wish I was in Austin
In the Chili Parlour Bar
Drinkin' Mad Dog Margaritas
And not carin' where you are

But here I sit in Dublin
Just rollin' cigarettes
Holdin' back and chokin' back
The shakes with every breath

[Chorus]
Forgive me all my anger
Forgive me all my faults
There's no need to forgive me
For thinkin' what I thought
I loved you from the git go
I'll love you till I die
I loved you on the Spanish steps
The day you said goodbye

I am just a poor boy
Work's my middle name
If money was a reason
I would not be the same

I'll stand up and be counted
I'll face up to the truth
I'll walk away from trouble
But I can't walk away from you

I have been to Fort Worth
I have been to Spain
I have been to proud
To come in out of the rain

I have seen the David
I've seen the Mona Lisa too
I have heard Doc Watson
Play Columbus Stockade Blues

[Chorus]

[Repeat 1st half of verse 1]

Black Diamond Strings lyrics - Guy Clark

Black Diamond Strings
This Black Diamond Strings
Drinkin’ 1 W. Harper
Playin’ Black Diamond Strings

Black Diamond Strings
Are like white flour and grits
You play Black Diamond Strings
‘Cause it’s all you can get

Black Diamond Strings on a catalog guitar
That’s pretty high cotton whoever you are
You break one you change one, that’s as good as it gets
You can play all year long on two or three sets

J.W. Crowell was a hell of a man
He played two nights a week in a hillbilly band
He played at the Ice House on Telephone Road
And he played in the yard just to lighten his load

Black Diamond Strings
Oh, Black Diamond Strings
Drinkin’ 1 W. Harper
Playin’ Black Diamond Strings

Black Diamond Strings
Are like white flour and grits
You play Black Diamond Strings
‘Cause it’s all you can get

Say hey, J.W, come on play that frogline
Let Old Rodney sit in, hell, he’s goin’ on nine
His fingers are bleedin’, but he’s keepin’ good time
Playin’ Black Diamond Strings, and he’ll never quit tryin’

And I causette she told ‘em both
She said, "You boys pack it up, it’s time to go home
We got church in the mornin’, man, it’s comin’ up dawn
Don’t make me say it again or I’m gone
You can stay here forever, but you’re gonna walk home"

Black Diamond Strings
Oh, Black Diamond Strings
Drinkin’ 1 W. Harper
Playin’ Black Diamond Strings

Black Diamond Strings
Are like white flour and grits
You play Black Diamond Strings
‘Cause it’s all you can get

Black Diamond Strings
Oh, Black Diamond Strings
Drinkin’ 1 W. Harper
Playin’ Black Diamond Strings

Black Diamond Strings
Are like white flour and grits
You play Black Diamond Strings
‘Cause it’s all you can get

Shut Up and Talk to Me lyrics - Guy Clark

Now love is never gonna be a solid bet
It’s kinda like workin’ without a net
Don’t be afraid to let your feelings out
Hey, that’s what lovin’ is all about

Come on, baby, and give me a break
It’s how do you feel, not what do you think

Stop rattlin’ your keys
Shut up and talk to me
Shut up and talk to me

You know I’ve known you long enough to know
There’s nothin’ you can hide that still don’t show
You ain’t foolin’ anyone but you
When you put me through what you put me through

Come on, honey, and tell me the truth
Give me chicken fried steak, not a baby Ruth

I’m not that hard to please
Shut up and talk to me
Shut up and talk to me now

Well, you can talk about the weather till it drives me nuts
Hey, you can rattle on about who, why, what
A little conversation wouldn’t hurt that much
A little somethin’ with a human touch, hey

Now, if you’re hurtin’, baby, tell me so
If you need attention only let me know
I’m not the one that you’re hidin’ from
You know, it doesn’t matter what the ever you done

You can have your cake and you can eat it too
Hey, that’s the kinda stuff I want from you

How hard can it be
Shut up and talk to me
Hey, shut up and talk to me now

Well, you can talk about the weather till it drives me nuts
Hey, you can rattle on about who, why, what
A little conversation wouldn’t hurt that much
A little somethin’ with a human touch, hey

Shut up and talk to me, darlin'
Tell me the truth
Shut up and talk to me

Stuff That Works lyrics - Guy Clark

I got an ol' blue shirt
And it suits me just fine
I like the way it feels
So I wear it all the time
I got an old guitar
It won't ever stay in tune
I like the way it sounds
In a dark and empty room

I got an ol' pair of boots
And they fit just right
I can work all day
And I can dance all night
I got an ol' used car
And it runs just like a top
I get the feelin ' it ain't
Ever gonna stop

[Chorus]
Stuff that works, stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall
Stuff that's real, stuff you feel
The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall

I got a pretty good friend
Who's seen me at my worst
He can't tell if I'm a blessing
Or a curse
But he always shows up
When the chips are down
That's the kind of stuff
I like to be around

[Chorus]

I got a woman I love
She's crazy and paints like God
She's got a playground sense of justice
She won't take odds
I got a tattoo with her name
Right through my soul
I think everything she touches
Turns to gold

[Chorus]