Sorry 'bout your mama. Sorry 'bout your paw. Sorry 'bout the business. With your brother-in-law. Hard cheese about the money man. Hard cheese about the stock.
The mirror's stained with dirty looks;. At least it never lies.. The muse is calling down the hall,. Come on, let's get high.. . The high price of inspiration.
Who wouldn't notic the fire in your eyes. Or the bitter direction of impending goodbyes. I'm fallen and folded and wilted in place. At the sight of you standing with streaks down your face.
Some days I think this old machine is out to get me. Some days she does what I tell her. It's like dancing with a widow-maker forty hours a week. You know I'm talkin' 'bout a big ol' D-10 caterpillar.
A hand is just another kind of hammer made of steel. Beating blindly on the anvil a hammer cannot feel. But a hand is for reaching out and touching all you can.
One man's hawk is another man's dove, one man's hug is another man's shove. One man's rock is another man's sand, one man's fist is another man's hand.
Well, he used to be a pretty good rodeo clown. People loved to watch him horse around. When that rank black bucked em all down. He was a pretty good rodeo clown.
In one ear and out the other,. Just like talking to your mother.. If it's not one thing, it's another,. That you can count on.. . I've heard it all more than once,.
Now when you write your expose'. I wish you'd leave me out. I'd just as soon you didn't use my name. I'm not crazy 'bout the way. Your book might make me look.
I wake up every mornin' Lord and what do I see. I got a fool in my mirror and he's lyin' to me. He says aw man she's comin' back. You just hide and watch.
Who walked out when the times got hard. When the truck broke down in the whole front yard. It wasn't me, it wasn't you. Who shot pool all night long. Wound up bettin' on the crack of dawn.
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.
In the town of Reynosa, there's a beautiful river. That shines in the Mexico sun.. There are boats and they cross from one side to the other,. At dusk when the hot day is done..
Me and a friend name a Street life Brown. We got a bottle of red and we walked uptown. One hand on a jug and one on time. And he bet me a dollar against this next line.
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?".
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?".
There's nothin' like cornmeal on a dance-hall floor for dancin' the night away,. Slippin' and slidin', effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae,.
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.