I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, has ever'
It's like when you're making conversation And you're trying not to scream And you're trying not to tell 'em You don't care what they mean And you're
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
That Crystelle, you temptress, you creature of back booths So accomplished at dancin' when walkin' would do There's a neon fire in your eyes reflecting
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
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
Give me just one more sip of that Worry B Gone I'm planning on feelin' much better before too long Got a world of trouble that I need to forget I'm on
Meanwhile down on Biel Street Drinking in a Biel Street bar There's a fog rollin' off the Mississippi Has anybody seen Arkansas? And the deckhands from
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
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
Well, it's a nickel for the fiddler, it's a nickel for his tune It's a nickel for the tambourine and kind of afternoon And it's a high holiday on the
I was sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck Drinkin' Old Crow whisky, hot 7UP Out in the parking lot You can hear the band are playin' right
I wish I had a dime for every bad time But the bad times always seem to keep the change You been all alone so you know what I'm saying And when all you
Me and a friend name a Streetlife Brown We got a bottle of red and we walked uptown One hand on a jug and one on time And he bet me a dollar against this
Oh a time there was I was feelin' so hopeless It's a wonder I didn't cave in I kept throwing love at all the wrong people Never to see it again.
She did not want to drive She did not want to fly She did not want to wait For a bus to come by She did not want to hassle She did not want to hurry
The old gunfighter on the porch stared into the sun Relived the days of living by the gun When deadly games of pride were played Living was mistakes not
I found comfort and courage in bottles of whiskey I swear to you friends that that life is some risky I have backed away quickly from those who tried
