By townes van zandt. . It's many a fine lady that's walked along beside me. With their flesh made of velvet and their eyes made of rain. Some tried to hold me to hurt me to hide me. And some
By townes van zandt. . 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 a-gamblin'. Lots of booze and lots of ramblin
Headin' from El Paso. Ridin' down the highway. Look out my window. What do I see. Some armadillo done gone crazy. Flew in front of semi. Man, looks like squash to me. . Thinkin' 'bout my my ba
Living on the road my friend,. Is gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron,. Your breath as hard as kerosene. You weren't your mama's only boy,. But her favorite one it see
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. Taste of my woman. Where you
Well, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair. Talkin' to some rich folks that you know. Well, I hope you don't see me in my ragged company. Well, you know I could never be alone T
The folks, they just can't take no more. Throw you in the back seat, slam the door. No stoppin' as down the road you go. Go not time to lose. . Gigantic one way gate ahead. You're thinkin' man I