My daddy told me when I was a young girl. A lesson he learned, it was a long time ago. If you want to have someone to hold onto. You're gonna have to learn to let go.
Well the sky was blacker than a funeral suit. Hotter than a depot stove. Hide in the cellar. Here comes Amarillo. Blowin' down the road. . Ya got yer hail stones big as hen eggs boy.
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 the toll boats.
When the wind don't blow in Amarillo. And the moon along. The Gunnison don't rise. Shall I cast my dreams. Upon your love, babe. And lie beneath. The laughter of your eyes.
Pack up all your dishes.. Make note of all good wishes.. Say goodbye to the landlord for me.. That son of a bitch has always bored me.. . Throw out them LA papers.
Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool. He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules. Coleman Bonner's got a wore out bow. He's been playin' two days down the new cut road.
Well the wicked king of clubs awoke. And it was to his queen turned. His lips were laughing as they spoke. His eyes like bullets burned. . The sun's upon a gambling day.
Living on the road my friend,. Is gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron,. Your breath as hard as kerosene.. You weren't your mama's only boy,.
Living on the road my friend,. Is gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron,. Your breath as hard as kerosene.. You weren't your mama's only boy,.
stood in line and left my name. took about six hours or so. Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game. said they'd let me know. I put in my time till the Pocono line.
9 ball rack sitting on the table. Step right up if you're able. Sonny gives a lesson to a hundred of games. Lay the money down take dead aim. House band rockin' way too long.
I decided to improve my social station. I joined a fraternity organisation. Tucked in my shirt. Signed on the line. Right away they said about to improve my mind.
They baptized me one fine day. Down at the river's edge. All my sins are washed away. Like water under the bridge. . I had a little girl and her eyes were blue.
The sun was hot and the dust rose up like smoke. So we hid beneath the elm tree and watched the watermelons float. There in a big 'ol tub of ice. And we'd split em open with a kitchen knife.
Gimme just one more puff Of that worry b gone. I'm planning on feelin' much better Before too long. I gotta world of trouble I need to forget. I'm on my way But I ain't there yet.
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 years ago.
The waltzing fool. He's got lights in his fingers. The waltzing fool. He just don't never say. But the waltzing fool. He keeps his hands in his pockets.
The crickets are singin' the bluegills been bitin'. The fireflies are flashin' with all of their might. Down on the river ol' Reagan went fishin'. He's layin' for a big one on a full moon lit night.
Now gents to the middle said a young girls fiddle. And you ain't got nothin' to lose. Allemande right she can play it all night. She can fiddle off the bottom of your shoes.
[Chorus]. Yo we be out man, fukin it up for erbody. I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started. Keep the tie man, its the American dream.