Keith Sykes. . We were wild and young and willing, to give up anything it took. To get to where we were going, you could read us like a book. Our nights were hot, filled with a lot, of lovers and dreams and songs.
Come gather around me friends. I'll tell you about a minstrel band. Of children in their witches hats. Painting pictures with pipes of pan. . A young boy and his sister.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . If I took a rollin' wheel. And rolled it ten times round. Would it travel far from here. Or would it just go round. Round and Round.
Django Walker. . Skinny young kid who sits in the back of the class. Nobody knows his name, nobody cares to ask. They just sit up front and tell him he won't go far.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Let me tell you a little story about a trip I made to Mexico, with some friends. Of mine that had a pocket full of Mauis and some bad intentions.....
She's fixed in his mind like the picture. He's kept in his wallet for years. The image, it's never been tarnished. By the blood, sweat and tears. And after all of these years now.
So that's where my head was at. In a book and a funky hat. On the road with Kerouac. Searching for the truth. . Sometimes I'm amazed. Looking back at a certain phase.
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 to play.
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 of the big paddlewheel.
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 is golden.
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 it.
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 his courage up so darn tight.
The cycle of life is here to see. In all its fine simplicity. But the way we live it seems to be. Something very weird to me and I cry out. . Pettiness like lady's chatter.
And that old time feelin' goes sneakin' down the hall,. Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall.. And that old time feelin' comes stumblin' up the street,.
Well I found her in a pawnshop. somewhere up in Ohio. where I guess some rounder came up short. and he had to let her go. cost me ninety dollars. but she's worth much more by far.
Django Walker. . I woke up this morning, Texas on my mind. Thinking about my friends, and a girl I left behind. The way she held me when we kissed, the loving we've done.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Hadn't slept in days and had no sense of time,. My mind and body ached and I just wanted to unwind.. So I made my way along a road by some cactus trees,.
Rodney Crowell. . Just like the sun over a mountain top. You know I'll always come again. Cause you know I love to spend the morning time. Like sunlight kissing on your skin.
If I run uphill I'm out of breath. If I spend all of my money I've got no money left. If I place all of my chips on only one bet. I'm all in. . And it's a surefire bet I'm gonna die.
Well you praise him. Then you thank him. Til you reach the by-and-by. And I've won hundreds at the track. But I'm not betting on the afterlife. . Then you kiss his lips.