There's No stronger wind than the one that blows. Down a lonesome Railroad line.. No prettier sight than the looking back, on a Town you've left behind..
Your eyes seek conclusion. In all this confusion of mine. Though you and I both know. It's only the warm glow of wine. . That's got you to feeling this way.
Don't you take it too bad. If you're feelin' unlovin'. If you're feelin unfeelin'. If you're feelin' alone. Don't take it too bad. . 'cause it ain't you to blame, babe.
I used to wake and run with the moon. I lived like a rake and a young man. I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds. My laughter the devil would frighten.
Don't you take it too bad. If you're feelin' unlovin'. If you're feelin unfeelin'. If you're feelin' alone. Don't take it too bad. . 'cause it ain't you to blame, babe.
Mr. ten dollar man. Let me tell you where you're bound. When you drink your green liquor. Lord, you'll roll to the ground. . But you come around here.
Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me. Sometimes I can't even see the reason why. I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'.
Like silent she stands like laughter she falls. From a castle of sand like a memory she crawls. And the mockingbirds grieve 'cause they can't make her cry.
By townes van zandt. . Well, I've been turnstyled,. Junkpiled. And railroaded too. I've been laid low. But don't you know. I'm still in love with you.
When she had twenty years she turned to her mother. Saying mother, I know that you'll grieve. But I've given my soul to St. John the gambler. Tomorrow comes time to leave.
Mr. Ten Dollar man. Let me tell where you're bound. Drink your green liqour, Lord. You'll roll to the ground. . But you come around here. With your money in your hand.
You're wakin' next to me. Tears splash across the sun. You whisper soft to me. That I ain't the only one. . To breathe your yellow hair. Caress your bosom fair.
I used to wake and run with the moon. I lived like a rake and a young man. I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds. My laughter, the Devil would frighten.
My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom. The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair. And a ladies-in-waiting, she stands 'neath my window.
We had our day, now it's over. We had our song, now it's sung. Had our stroll through summers clover. Summer's gone now, our walkin's done. . So tell me gently who be your lover.
My home is Colorado with their proud mountains tall. Where the rivers like gypsy's down her black canyons fall. I'm a long, long way from Denver with a long way to go.
Her face was crystal, fair and fine. Her breath was morning, her lips were wine. Her eyes were laughter, her touch divine. Her face was crystal and she was mine.
There's no stronger wind than the one that blows. Down a lonesome railroad line. No prettier sight than looking back. On a town you left behind. There is nothin' that's as real.
Well the drunken clown's still hanging 'round. But it plain the laughter's all died down. The tears you tried so hard to hide. Are flowin'. . And a blind man with his knife in hand.
Your eyes seek conclusion in all this confusion of mine. Though you and I both know it's only the warm glow of wine. That's got you to feel in this way.