Now bein' six years old, I had seen some trains before. So it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for. . Trains are big and black and smokin' - steam screamin' at the wheels.
Kick your shoes off in the corner mama. Tuck the babies all up snug. Sis Draper's comin' over, we all gonna cut a rug. When you see that lantern swingin' yonder.
The south coast of Texas is a thin slice of life. It' s salty and hard it it stern as a knife. Where the wind is for blwon' up hurricanes for showin'.
From Palo Duro Canyon outside Amarillo Texas. The prairie dog town fork of the Red River flows. Headed cross the plains along the coast of Oklahoma. To the Mississippi River and the Gulf of Mexico.
Standin' on the gone side of leavin'. She found a thumb and stuck it in the breeze. She'll take anything that's goin' close to somewhere. She can lay it down and live it like she'd please.
My father had a Randall knife. My mother gave it to him. When he went off to WWII. To save us all from ruin. If you've ever held a Randall knife. Then you know my father well.
"Antithesis of the 'Boot Scootin Boogie'. Right up my alley.". . I was sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck. Drinking Old Crow whisky, hot 7-up.
Picasso said in 1910. I'm gonna paint me a mandolin. Could be cubes it could be curves. I like to mix the paint with nerve. I'm gonna load my brush and fire away.
"Antithesis of the 'Boot Scootin Boogie'. Right up my alley.". . I was sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck. Drinking Old Crow whisky, hot 7-up.
My favorite picture of you. Is the one where you're staring. Straight into the lens. . It's just a polaroid shot. Someone took on the spot. No beginning no end.
It's like when you're making conversation. And you're trying not to scream. And you're trying not to tell 'em. You don't care what they mean. And you're really feeling fragile.
Frankie D. said he got it. Straight from Roger Miller. Life's just like takin' candy. From a gorilla. I started thinkin' man. This ain't so tough. That's about the time.
I've smeared my heart on my sleeve. I've tagged my name on the wall. It's probably time for me to leave. Actin' big and talkin' small. . I've tracked blood in on the floor.
The old gunfighter on the porch. Stared into the sun. And relived the days of living by the gun. When deadly games of pride were played. And living was mistakes not made.
He's a wino, tried and true.. Done about everything there is to do.. He worked on freighters, he worked in bars.. He worked on farms, 'n he worked on cars..
I found comfort and courage in bottles of whiskey. I swear to you friends that that life is some risky. I have backed away quickly from those who tried to burn me.
Now I don't mind workin' hard. You can't burn me down. They ain't made a job. That I can't work my way around. Sometime I do it for the money. Sometime for the glamour.
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.
Oh Ellis Island was swarming. Like a scene from a costume hall. Decked out in the colors in Europe. And on fire with the hope of it all. . There stood my father's own father stood huddled.
Ain't nothin' in the world that I like better. Than bacon & lettuce & home grown tomatoes. Up in the mornin' out in the garden. Get you a ripe one don't get a hard one.