Townes' Blues Lyrics - Black Eyed Man - Cowboy Junkies

You're clean as 

A widow woman's washboard, son, 

Stick it in the wind. 

Put the mountains to your back 

The great plains on your grille 

Time to take a little spin. 

Boulder looks like the type of town 

That I could spend some time, 

But in Houston they got our name in lights. 

You're clean as 

A widow woman's washboard, son, 

The slab is yours tonight. 

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Townes is in the back lounge 

With his hands in his pocket 

Pulls out two die and says let's get at it. 

Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor, 

Al drops another twenty, Pete heads for the door, 

Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for a spell, 

Oklahoma City and he's lost his last bill. 

Jeff is in a bind waiting on sister hicks 

Seven comes a-calling as we cross on into Texas. 

Townes is in the back lounge 

With a fist full of fives 

He says, it's a little bit long 

But I'm enjoying this ride. 

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Be careful with the die 

When you're surrounded by others 

With boxcars in their eyes. 

Never count your winnings at hour 23 

Of a 24-hour drive. 

Remember that you're not the one calling the tune 

That's making those diamonds dance 

Or you'll be clean as 

A widow woman's washboard, son, 

And those are the facts. 

Townes is in the back lounge 

Cursing at them bones 

He says, ain't this fool ever heard of Raton.