Well, its the last call at the fag end. Of the wrong bar at the bad end. Of the wrong side of a dog town. On a one way road that takes you down. From a shit creek, and back again.
On the last wave of summer. I lost my soul to you. The last wave of summer. I lost it all to you. Every thing has a time. This I know is true. I could live forever.
They're so hard. Women, that is. So hard. And all that I ever know. Of you. Is the damage you can do. And it breaks the other way, I know. It's so hard.
Nightclub here. Liaison there. I do what I have to do. The habits of a lifetime. They all know. And sympathise with me. . My great big plans. Are winding down.
Pretty little thing there's a smoky moon. Pretty little thing up between the dunes. Pretty little thing there's a place I know. Pretty little thing, lets go.
Painted doll, on a painted stage. Painted doll, on a painted stage. She's just a one-man Punch and Judy show. For caliphs twice her age. Painted doll, on a painted stage.
Mr. crown prosecutor. no matter what i say or do. you take money, to put whatever. may be the opposite view. what you see, is what i am. i will always be, an honest man.
Lovers see the world through an old, red wine. All the sounds of the blues, just disappear. With a light like yours beside me. It's been an old, old red wine year.
There's someone out there hangin' around. Mentioning your name all over town. Some old flame of yours. Someone you knew. And he can't believe it's over with you.
Baby's on fire, it's a beautiful thing. Baby's on fire, it's beginning to sing. Baby's on fire, so imaginative. Nobody else gets to see it and live. Baby's on fire, the moonlight skin.
My mama told me not to play the guitar. Stuck in a bottle neck you won't get far. Hanging around with your sleeping in friends. Elegant women, here I go again.
Jerry Jeff Walker/John Inmon. . Last year we went to London and Paris, Texas. We went on a bus tour, the great Texas honky tonk tour. Here are some snapshots about life on the road......