Tom Waits. . Well my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55. As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive..
Bye buckaroos it's the end of another go round. I can see by the look in our eyes that we're finally windin down. To the end of the wrong long time out on the trail it seems.
Say if you're South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico,. West of Louisiana, where Papa Charles always go. We gotta a little place called Texas. Where the women grow on trees.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Well, our story starts in Texas, where he's tempered by the heat. That skinny Alvin boy believes his fastball can't be heat. So he brings it and he brings it and it passes every test.
Michael Burton. . One night while I was out a ridin'. The grave yard shift, midnight 'til dawn. The moon was bright as a readin' light. For a letter from an old friend back home.
Well, it's two eggs up on whiskey toast. Home fries on the side. You wash her down with the roadhouse coffee. That burns up your inside. . It's just a canyon, Colorado diner.
My old man had a rounder soul. He'd hear an ol' freight train and he'd have to go. Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone. That's the reason guess that he'd been cursed to roam.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Looking at the clock,. See it's time to go. Time to get movin',. Take the Gonzo show down the road. I told Freddy to get ready. Loosen up the kit.
Phil Peterson. . I'm going away to leave you, you said I'm going down that road. To see what I'll see you, see what I've never known. And one things resting on my mind,.
As the morning light stretched in across my bed. I thought of you. Remembering your laughing eyes and all we said. I love you too. . As all my thoughts of you pass 'fore my face a thousand times.
More Often Than Not (David Wiffen). . Well, have I not been quite far enough. How many times do you have to die now. How many sets has it been. Not another one, oh no.
I think I see a wagon rutted road. With the weeds growing tall between the tracks. And along one side runs a rusty barbed wire fence. And beyond it sits an old tar paper shack.
Kris Kristofferson. . Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train,. Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained;.
The whole world's topsy turvy. You feel like you're upside down. Everyday it's a push and a shove. People tryin' to get around. . Working hard, tryin' to make some bread.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Life's calling you son, time to travel on. To see the world, and to learn just how to sing your song. But as you go, though we love you so.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Manny was a maker of hats, Manny was much more than that. He was the kind of guy, you and I would want for a friend. Manny was a regular guy, with an old soul look in his eye.
Stephen Fromholz. . Narrator:. In a bar in Arizona. On a sultry summer day. A cowboy came in off the road just to pass the time away. He pulled a stool up to the bar and pushed his hat back on his head.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . I woke up this morning feelin' like a million bucks. Looked over on the pillow, there lay my lady love. And I thought how much we'd grown to love the life we chose to live.
Pat Garvey. . I watched the feather river glide. Over shinin' golden sand. Struck a silver ribbon wide. Held a million in my hand. But beside the lookin' for.