I'd sing the Red River Valley. And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry. Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. Wonder Lord has every well I drilled ran dry.
I wish I was in Austin. In a chilly parlor bar. Drinkin' Mad Dog Margaritas. And not carin' where you are. But here I sit in Dublin. Just rollin' cigarettes.
Don't be a stranger. If you're looking for a friend. If you want an even break. You've got to learn to bend. . You don't have a song. If you don't know how to sing.
I was feelin' depressed I was feelin real low down. I felt so bad I could not get my butt up off the grounds. I was mopin' around the house I was bumpin' into walls.
I'd play the Red River Valley. And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry. And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?".