Jerry Jeff Walker. . I'm just sitting here counting my money. Wondering why I'm in love with you honey. And why everybody is so high strung these days.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Felt like writing a song, one that kind of rolls along. One simple and true, easy to sing. Little ditty about me and you, and all the things love can do.
What is the mission today? Produce without injury. (Where'd you go? Where'd you go? Where'd you). Can you feel the steel, the steel? It's in my mouth my hair it's in my head.
I hear the barley calling my name. So I put on my best shoes and head down New St.. Where the welcome mat hurries me in. A pint glass awaits to drown my sins.
Love will abide, take things in stride. Sounds like good advice but there's no one at my side. And time washes clean, love wounds unseen. That's what someone told me but I don't know what it means.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Seemed like only yesterday, we first drove up that road. Looking back I see it's more like twenty odd years ago. We were young and so in love, with a long long row to hoe.
Intertwined around your sticky fingers I fall. Into the traps you lay, yeah, the traps you lay. You slipped inside my head. I washed my thoughts, unthinkable.
Frosty breath on the hillside. See that sun goin' down. Tracks in the snow to the city below. Lone wolf now he's coming to town, whoa. . Lone wolf, oh, he's lonesome.
More than a year's gone by since I lost my mother. Since she left, I've thought, well what's the point?. I've thought, well I don't know what I'm doin' here.
A good job, good home. But you chose the streets as a place to go. Taking on the uniform to wear loud and proud. . But underneath it all, a teenage suburban girl.
Well, when you're down on your luck and you ain't got a buck. In London you're a goner. Even London Bridge has fallen down and moved to Arizona. Now I know why.
You ever felt like you've had the wool pulled right over your eyes?. He never ever quite figured it out which path to choose. An instinct, a gut feeling, a mind's reeling over situations.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . There's a little old town called New Orleans I know. There's a little old town called New Orleans I know. Hey, it's alright, everything swings all night.
The hourglass is slipping, slipping away. She knows the clock is ticking. And she knows her number is coming up. . She can't shake this feeling, it won't go away.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Hey little man, you're quite a man,. You make me smile when no one can. And days when I don't give a damn,. You come and you take my hand.
Well he counted his cards but there's nothing left in his deck. Drugs money and alcohol broke his hollow soul. But now he's on his knees screaming, self inflicted addiction.
Little bird come sit upon my window sill. Sat there through the falling rain. I watched that little bird upon my window sill. Saw my thoughts of you go by again.
I found comfort and courage in bottles of whiskey. I swear to you friend that old high life sure gives me a scare. Now I walked away lonely from those I thought would burn me.
Crossfire into situations, time after time. We'll finish this up tonight. Not somewhere down the line. . I've got few good friends by my side. And they're with me till the end of this ride.
Jerry Jeff Walker, Steady Freddie Krc, Cosmic Bob Livingston. . Lately I'm feeling lousy all the time. I picked up my pants sat down tried to figure out why.