Jerry Jeff Walker. . Last night I was dreaming I laying drowning in a stream. But in the light of day I see it's much more than a dream. Life is like a river that carries you on down.
Hear me now and use your love to listen well. 'Cause I'm, I'm trying to tell you why I know. It's time for me to go. . Drifted into the city to sing my songs of the gypsy life.
Rick Fowler & Robert Livingston. . Just standin' on the shoulder. Of a road I did not know.. Turn my guitar case over,. I'm gonna let my good side show..
Jerry Jeff Walker. . He was a friend of mine, yeah, he was a friend of mine. He never had no money, he never was satisfied. But he was a friend of mine.
If there's anything at all in this world you want. Better go for yourself, yeah. Learn to pick it up with your own two hands. Don't you count on somebody else, don't.
Billy Callery. . At a time when my world, seemed to be swinging,. Reeling out of control. There were some believers,. Deceivers, a few in-betweeners. Who seemed to have no place that they could go.
This song it was written down. In a pea green windowless room. Four o'clock and the TV's dead. Wired up with nothin' to do. I drunk all my whiskey I smoked all my beer.
I'm Gypsy Songman, yes sir, you'd like to hear my song. Pick it for you now, play it all night long. If blues is all you see, this song is what you need.
Dennis Wolf. . Well he came down on vacation, 'cause he liked the tropic sun. Margaritas and the music, made it all seem fun. He bought a piece of heaven on the Carribean seas.
Hoyt Axton. . Some people say I'm a no count, others say I'm no good,. But I'm just a natural born travelin man,. Doin what I think I should, Oh yeah,.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Well I was down at the Cotton Club last night. With a couple of my buddies drinking beer. We were lookin' for something I ain't never seen.
John Inmon. . Well the sun went down. On Easy Street. She's been closed down for the winter. She stopped to take a rest. Or maybe push us from the nest.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . At the start of each day. I dread what I face. And the race that is runnin' outside. I jump back in bed. And I cover my head. . But that only blocks out the light.
Jerry Jeff Walker, John Inmon, Fred Krc, Bob Livingston. . Chorus:. They call us the gonzos, the gonzo compadres. Los cinco caballeros, mirado las estrellas.
Ahh buckaroos, Scamp Walker time again. I'm trying to slide one by you once more. Don't matter how you do it, you see, just do it like you know it. I've been down this road once or twice before.
Oh some times, seems I can't find the lines, babe to tell you are mine. But I feel I have to keep trying, all my funky running around. Just about to bring me down, oh I got to get it out.
Fred Neil. . Sometimes I think about old Saturday's child. And all the happy times, we were running wild. I was searching for the dolphins in the sea.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Sometimes out here on this road. Too late to call I see the telephone. My mind's a line running straight for home. And I can see her lying soft and warm.
Let the rivers rock you like a cradle. Climb to the treetops, little child, if you're able. Always let your hands tie a knot across the table. Come and touch the things you cannot feel.
Bill Staines. . Who will walk her tonight out in the heather. Who will laugh away the teardrop in her eye. She wants someone to love her forever. But every new love only brings another lie.