My old friends and boats, the stuff that works
A random knife, an old blue shirt
Strong and steady, like Texas dirt
It's a place to hide when you're really hurt
Well, Coleman Bonner and Sis Draper, a worn-out fiddle case
Old skinny Dennis, I can still hear him singin' bass
Well, that workbench was a holy place
His favorite picture, Susanna's face
[Chorus]
There ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song
You're feelin' fragile, 'fraid you don't belong
It's a lonely road you're travelin' on
Well, there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song
[Verse 2]
Homegrown tomatoes and a Dallas whore
A girl named Rita doin' a slow bandera across a dance hall floor
Well, he rolled his own and he loved to roar
Man, it's been over forty years since we shared that stage at the Troubadour
[Chorus]
There ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song
You're feelin' fragile, 'fraid you don't belong
It's a lonely road you're travelin' on
Well, there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
Well, what do you do when your heroes die?
Man, you let 'em roll, you let 'em fly
'Cause desperadoes don't worry or wonder why
Well, son of a bitch, old Rodney's gon' miss you, Guy
[Chorus]
And there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song
You feel abandoned, your friends are gone
It's a lonely road you're travelin' on
Well, there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song
[Instrumental Outro]
[Verse 1] My old friends and boats, the stuff that works A random knife, an old blue shirt Strong and steady, like Texas dirt It's a place to hide when you're really hurt Well, Coleman Bonner and Sis Draper, a worn-out fiddle case Old skinny Dennis, I can still hear him singin' bass Well, that workbench was a holy place His favorite picture, Susanna's face [Chorus] There ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song You're feelin' fragile, 'fraid you don't belong It's a lonely road you're travelin' on Well, there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song [Verse 2] Homegrown tomatoes and a Dallas whore A girl named Rita doin' a slow bandera across a dance hall floor Well, he rolled his own and he loved to roar Man, it's been over forty years since we shared that stage at the Troubadour [Chorus] There ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song You're feelin' fragile, 'fraid you don't belong It's a lonely road you're travelin' on Well, there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Well, what do you do when your heroes die? Man, you let 'em roll, you let 'em fly 'Cause desperadoes don't worry or wonder why Well, son of a bitch, old Rodney's gon' miss you, Guy [Chorus] And there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song You feel abandoned, your friends are gone It's a lonely road you're travelin' on Well, there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song [Instrumental Outro] Explain Request ×
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