Musicians
Guy Clark Vocals, gutar
Bill Caswell Jew's-Harp
Brian Ahern Guitar (Rhythm)
Radney Foster Vocal
Marty Stuart Mandolin
Kenny Malone Conga, Percussion
Kenny Malone Drums
Rodney Crowell Vocal
Travis Clark Bass
Verlon Thompson Guitar
Sam Bush Mandolin
Jerry Douglas Slide Guitar
Bill Lloyd Vocal
Lee Roy Parnell Slide Guitar
Suzy Ragsdale Vocal
Emmylou Harris Vocal
Verlon Thompson Vocal
Jerry Douglas Dobro Guitar
Bill Lloyd Guitar

I'm gonna leave Texarkana
I'm goin' down to Louisiana
I'm gonna try my luck in Baton Rouge
I'm gonna follow ol red river down
til I see the lights of town I ain't gonna get no sleep in Baton Rouge

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Baton Rouge Baton Rouge
I'm gonna get me some alligator shoes
Baton Rouge Baton Rouge
I'm gonna wear `em out in Baton Rouge

It was a Texas girl that broke my heart
then she tore my truck apart
I guess I'll get me another in Baton Rouge
I like Crawfish I like rice
I like girls that treat you nice
I'm gonna find me one in Baton Rouge

Chrous

I'm gonna learn to walk that walk
I'm gonna learn to talk that talk
I'm gonna learn to dance in Baton Rouge
Ain't life just like a cul-de-sac
I'm a Texas boy and I'm goin' back
Soon as I catch my breath in Baton Rouge

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I'm gonna strut mt stuff in Baton Rouge
I'm gonna cool my heels in Baton Rouge

Picasso said in 1910
I'm gonna paint me a mandolin
could be cubes it could be curves
I like to mix the paint with nerve
I'm gonna load my brush and fire away
paint me a hole in the light of day

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You can play it straight or play it from left field
you got to play it just the way you feel
come on boys and play it again
play it on Picasso's mandolin

Well it's colorin' books and drinkin' wine
it's hard to stay between the lines
ain't no rule if you don't break it
ain't no chance if you don't take it
he said the damnest thing he ever heard
was tryin' to learn to sing from a mockinbird

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Picasso said before he died
there's one more paintin' I'd like to try
the doctor held his breath and then
Picasso nailed a mandolin
he's born in Spain and died in France
he was not scared of baggy pants

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Sorry 'bout your mama
sorry 'bout your paw
sorry 'bout the business
with your brother-in-law

Hard cheese about the money man
hard cheese about the stock
hard cheese about you bein'
up to your ears in hock

Tough luck about your luggage
tough luck about your socks
tough luck about the way
that the other shoe drops

Too bad about your girlfriend
too bad about your wife
too bad about the thing
you call the rest of your life

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How'd you get this number man
who do you think you're talkin' to
who do you think your kiddin'
what do you want me to do
how'd you get this number man
please don't make me laugh
you know you oughta be on TV
with a line like that

I heard about the car wreck
I heard about the fight
I heard about the time
you's in jail all night

I know you don't like trouble
I know you don't like to fight
I know that you can argue
with a fence post all night

I heard about the lamp shade
I heard you had it on your head
I heard you told a joke and
knocked the whole room dead

No kiddin' 'bout the cough syrup
no kiddin' 'bout the junk
no kiddin' 'bout you been
in a deep blue funk

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It's time for a change
I'm tired of that same ol same
the same ol words the same ol lines
the same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes

Days precious days
roll in and out like waves
I got boards to bend I got planks to nail
I got charts to make I got seas to sail

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I'm gonna build me a boat
with these two hands
it'll be a fair curve
from a noble plan
let the chips fall where they will
cause I've got boats to build

Sails are just like wings
the wind can make em sing
songs of life songs of hope
songs to keep your dreams afloat

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Shores distant shores
there's where I'm headed for
got the stars to guide my way
sail into the light of day

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Too much workin'll make your back ache
too much trouble'll bring you a heartbreak
too much gravy'll make you fat
too much rain'll ruin your hat
too much coffee'll race your heart tick
too much road'll make you homesick
too much money'll make you lazy
too much whiskey'll drive you crazy

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Too much just ain't enough
too much ain't near enough
breathin's bout the only thing
I do too much of ain't enough

Too much limo'll stretch your budget
too much diet'll make you fudge it
too much fluff'll make you show it
too much pressure'll make you blow it
too much onion'll make you weepy
too much preachin'll make you sleepy
too much Mexican food'll fill you
too much honky tonk'll kill you

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Too much hot rod'll get you a ticket
too much dog'll make you kick it
too much hidin' out'll find you
too much you-know-what'll blind you
too much wrist watch'll make you hurry
too much waitin'll make you worry
too much smokin'll give you cancer
too much cocaine ain't the answer

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Too much walkin'll wear your shoes out
too much juice'll blow your fuse out
too much time'll fill your hands up
too much speed'll wire the band up
too much chip'll bruise your shoulder
too much birthday'll make you older
too much map has always lost me
too much fun has always cost me

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Now a Ramblin' Jack Elliot said:
I got these lines in my face
tryin' to straighten out the wrinkles in my life
when I think of all the fools I've been
it's a wonder that I've sailed this many miles

To which Larry Mahan replied:
he said, "the sweet bird of youth
was sittin' on my shoulder yesterday
but she's always changin' partners
and I always knew she'd up and fly away"

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Stayin' up all night
in the Driskill Hotel
Ramblin' Jack and Mahan
was cowboyed all to hell
the room smelled like bulls
the words sound like songs
now there's a pair to draw to boys
I would not steer you wrong

So ol' Ramblin' Jack said:
he said, "I recall a time
I set my soul on fire just for show
all it ever taught me was
the more I learn the less I seem to know"

Ol' Mahan crawled out from behind a couch and said:
"Jack, as far as I can see
mistakes are only horses in disguise
ain't no need to ride 'em over
'cause we could not ride them different if we tried

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I dont love you much do I
just more than human tongue can tell and that's all
I dont love you much do I
remember how I kissed you in the hall

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See how it sparkles in my eyes
I couldnt hide it if I tried- thats right
I dont love you much do I
just more than anything else in this whole world
I dont love you much do I
just more than all the stars in the sky
I dont love you much do I
I think you hung the moon and thats alright

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I dont love you much do I
you can feel it all the way across the room
I dont love you much do I
like the spring doesnt make the flowers bloom
I dont love you much do I
I'd follow you to hell and back again
I dont love you much do I
Just watch me light up when you walk in

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Oh the beautiful red-haired
Madonna with child
sat on the curb
wearin' a smile
that doubled up the years
and trebled the miles
and comforts the babe
in the softest of style
She work up in San Francisco
on the day she turned 16
Haight St. was somethin' then
hey man you should have seen
and she took up with this drummer
in some goodtime Texas scene
and she loved him till the day they
shipped him back home to Killeen
She said she danced up in North Beach
when the need arose
she's tryin' to start a little trade
of makin' people clothes
to feed the child and pay the rent
and everybody knows
she's a little hard for 21
but that's the way she goes
She's livin' on next to nothin'
and memories from the past just a fading flower child
tryin' to make it last
she's got answers to some questions
I would not dare to ask
survival's never graceful
when the changes come that fast

Frankie D. said he got it
straight from Roger Miller
life's just like takin' candy
from a gorilla
I started thinkin' man
this ain't so tough
that's about the time
that the monkey showed up
Sometimes I can't find
my heart with both hands
I usually got my head stuck
down in the sand
I start to feel like
I can't even breathe
What's the listtle breath of fresh air
blowin' up my sleeve

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Must be my baby hey hey hey
she can make the Mississippi River
run the other way
Must be my baby just in time
how's she always know when
I'm about to lose my mind

Sometimes it feels like
everything's a drag
I could not smile my way
out of a wet paper bag
it gets so dark
that the clock stops tickin'
it's just like night and day
was playin' chicken
I'm ridin' on the boiler of a long black train
Tryin' to find the brakes
in a drivin' rain
I got smokestack lighning' pourin out the funnel
What's the little light
at the end of the tunnel

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