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Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs On his way to the stage With a Martin guitar and a six pack Yeah, and he was the poet of the Lone Star state
Will There Be Any up in heaven Will There Be Any I've got to know Will There Be Any up in Heaven Lord before I go I've got to know Well, we're on
Don't you think I know You don't want me anymore How you've turned off to me Like the closing of the door When I search your eyes For a sign that you
Bob Bruno You say that once knew for sure But now you're walkin' into shore to wonder* The more you learn the less you know The more you move the more
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 Price
Pat Garvey I watched the feather river glide Over shininA' golden sand Struck a silver ribbon wide Held a million in my hand But beside the lookinA'
Hello momma I'am callin you to tell you that I'am comin home What shape I'am in I wouldn't dare an try to tell you on the telephone I been gone so long
Jerry Jeff Walker I found a woman in Texas, Who liked what she saw in me Yeah, I found a lady, Who figures that maybe, There might be a chance for
Tom Waits Yeah, you gassed her up, You're behind the wheel Arm around your sweet one, In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the Boulevard, Looking for the
Jerry Jeff Walker I woke up this morning feelin' like a million bucks Looked over on the pillow, there lay my lady love And I thought how much we'd grown
Well, he's eight years old he's got a flour sack cape Tied all around his neck He's climbing up on top of the garage He's figurin? what the heck He screws
I guess it all started, the day my brand new car wouldn't So I took it to this dealer Recommended as a good'un He told me four hundred bucks would fix
The Dutchman's not the kind of man To keep his thumb jammed in a dam That holds his dreams in But that's a secret only Margaret know But when Amsterdam
Jerry Jeff Walker In a boarding house, I'd lay upstairs, And dream of how I'd live someday Downstairs there sat, a man who had A guitar he never learned
Yeah a mile around the bend down the Ohio Comin up the river for the Sunday show There's a tuba and a banjo and a steam calliope Sittin on the deck
Bob Livingston/Lane Bybee Now I'm wanted down in Costa Rica I'm wanted on Ambergris Caye I'm wanted back in Austin Texas I'm wanted down in New Orleans
Yeah, I'm sittin' here, drinkin' again I'm just spendin' some time with my friend Then I know that I should be by your side What am I doin' with our lives
