Billie Sol was a man from the giant Texas land. He put the Chamber of Commerce on a limb. They voted him the best and the government did no less. Until the I.O.U.'s of Texas fell on him.
This is the ballad of Alferd Packer. An infamous guy to the old west. . In the state of Colorado in the year of seventy-four. They crossed the San Juan Mountains growing hungry to the core.
Oh, you tell me that your last good dollar is gone. And you say that your pockets are bare. And you tell me that your clothes are tattered and torn. And nobody seems to care.
If you say all the good times are gone. If you say this rain will keep rainin' on. I'll walk along with my head held high. I'll find a song and I'll sing it to the sky.
Oh, the bullets of the false revenge have struck us once again. As the angry seas have struck upon the sand. And it seemed as though a friendless world had lost itself a friend.
It started so good, but good things don't last. I did what I should, but it went by too fast. Now so much time has been thrown away. While all of my rhymes begged me not to stay.
It was a used car dealer's election. And the choice was rather small. The boys agreed, "It's the war we need. So there's no president at all". . Here's to Nixon and Agnew.
Who's that coming down the road. A sailor from the sea. He looks a lot like me. I'd know him anywhere, had to stare. . Feathers at his fingertips. A halo 'round his spine.
Sailing over to Vietnam. Southeast Asian Birmingham. Well training is the word we use. Nice word to have in case we lose. Training a million Vietnamese.
Well, once I heard some people say, "If you gotta travel. There's just one way, you gotta leave the ground, gotta go. Through the air, gotta find a pilot and pay your fare.
It was just a little while ago, I glued my ears to the radio. The announcer was sayin' we'd better beware. A crisis was hanging, a wave up in the air.
Walkin' down to Birmingham. Way down south in Dixie Land. Oh, I thought that I would stop awhile. Take a vacation southern style. . Got some southern hospitality.
Walkin' down to denver town. I watched the western sun go down.. Thought that I would stop a while,. Switch around my tv dial.. Got some free tee vee . . . only price was a little boredom..
The young night was thirsty as I entered the back of the bar. The smoke held the air, as the floating tables were scarred,. In back of the counter the man asked "what can I do? ".
Oh, say do you remember 25 years ago,. They fought the fascist army, they fought the fascist foe?. Do you remember franco, hitler's old ally?. He butchered spain's democracy,half a million free men died..
Way high, so high travelin' fast and free. Spaceman, look down tell me what you see. Can you see the hunger there strike without a sound?. Can you see the food you burn as you circle round?.
The wild geese are dancing in the ripples of the morn. My wanderlust is born. I've got to follow them wherever they may lead. For I am just a sailor on a ship across the land.
Pre>when times are bad and you're feeling sad. Got more troubles than you've ever had. There's one sure way to make you feel glad. The whole world will come to you.
And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth. The sand is burning. And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight. Their courses turning.
Pre>sailors and soldiers. Uniformed shoulders. They're growing older. Over the sea. . The troops they are leaving. Firmly believing. No reason for greiving.