(Guy Clark). . She could dance that slow Uvalde shuffle to some cowboy hustle. How she made them trophy buckles shine shine shine. Wild eyed and Mexican silvered trickin' dumb ol' cousin Willard.
Let him roll, boys let him roll. I bet he's gone to dallas rest his soul. . Now he was a wino, tried and true. Done about everything there is to do. He worked on freighters, he worked in bars.
(Kristofferson). I played the Red River Valley. And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry. An' run his fingers through 70 years of livin'. An' wonder Lord, as ever, will that drill run dry?.
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.
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.
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.
Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool. He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules. Coleman Bonner's got a wore out bow. He's been playin' two days down the new cut road.
She could dance that slow Uvalde. Shuffle to some cowboy hustle. How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine. Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered,.
(Guy Clark). . And I'd play the red river valley. And he'd sit in the kitchen and he'd cry. And run his fingers. Through seventy years of living. And wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry.
Yeah I played the Red River Valley. He'd sit in the kitchen and cry. Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'. "Wonder, if every well he'd drilled gone dry?".