Old Friends
Guy Clark/ Susanna
Clark
It's like when you're
making conversation
And you're trying not
to tell 'em
You don't care what they
mean
And you're really feeling
fragile
And you really can't
get home
And you really feel abandoned
But you want to be alone
Chorus
Old Friends they shine
like diamonds
Old Friends you can always
call
Old Friends Lord you
can't buy 'em
You know it's Old Friends
after all
And when the house is
empty
And the lights begin
to fade
And there's nothing to
protect you
Except the window shade
And it's hard to put
your finger
On the thing that scares
you most
And you can't tell the
difference
Between an angel and
a ghost
Chorus
Hands
Guy Clark/ Verlon
Thompson/ Joe Henry
A hand is just another
kind of hammer made of steel
Beating blindly on the
anvil a hammer cannot feel
But a hand is for reaching
out and touching all you can
Holding on and hoping
that you'll come to understand
Chorus
So always try to keep
you heart connected to your wrist
Cause everybody knows
that you can't shake hands with a fist
A fist is just another
kind of tower made of stone
Without a window anywhere
you know a tower stands alone
But a hand can open windows
that have never seen the light
Lead you through the
darkness and guide you through the night
Chorus
All Through Throwin'
Good Love After Bad
Guy Clark/ Richard
Leigh
Oh a time there was I
was feelin' so hopeless
It's a wonder I didn't
cave in
I kept throwing love
at all the wrong people
Never to see it again.
Chorus
Oh Lord won't you look
what I've found
Starin' me right in the
face
I'm through bein lonely
I'm through bein sad
I'm all through throwin'
good love after bad.
When I think of all the
time I have wasted
Weatin' my hear on my
sleeve
Entrusting my love to
the kindness of strangers
Oh I was so naïve
Chorus
Immigrant Eyes
Guy Clark/ Roger Murrah
Oh Ellis Island was swarming
Lik a scene from a costume
hall
Decked out in the colors
in Europe
And on fire with the
hope of it all
There stood my father's
own father stood huddled
With the tired and hungry
and scare
Turn of the century pilgrims
Bound by the dream that
they shared
They were standing in
lines just like cattle
Poked and prodded and
shoved
Some were one desk away
from sweet freedom
Somere were torn from
someone they love
Through this sprawling
tower of babel
Came a yound man confused
and alone
Determined and bound
for America
And carryin' everything
that he owned
Chorus
Sometimes when I look
in my grandfather's Immigrant Eyes
I see that day refelcted
and I can't hold my feelings inside
I see starting with nothing
and working hard all of his life
So don't take it for
granted say grandfather's Immigrant Eyes
Now he rocks and stares
out the window
But his eyes are still
just as clear
As the day he sailed
through the harbor
And come ashore on the
island of tears
My grandfather's days
are numbered
But I won' t let his
memory die
'Cause he gave me the
gift of this country
And the look in his Immigrant
Eyes
Heavy Metal
Guy Clark/ Jim McBride
Somedays I think this
old machine is out to get me
Somedays she does what
I tell her
It's like dancing with
a widow-maker forty hours a week
You know I'm talkin'
'bout a big ol' D-10 caterpiller
Chorus
I don't know why I like
to drive 'em like I do
It ain't nothin' but
a hundred seventy-five thousand pounds of steel
Could be the money babe
could be the power
Could be I love the way
it feels
Could be I love the way
it feels
But you know she's mighty
unforgivin' so you got to pay attention
You know the D-10 can
be the death of you
But I get her all fired
up and I can feel it in my soul
And it's hard to tell
who's drivin' who
I can move Alaska all
the way to Beirut
I can bulldoze a beeline
from here to Peru
I can push the Rocky
Mountains into the sea
You know Heavy metal
don't mean rock and roll to me
You know I'm a modern
day mule skinner drivin' ten thousand mules
So I got to say a little
prayer every day
Lord just let me get
her turned around
Without fallin' off this
mountain
You know the boss don't
like me treatin' his D-10 that way
Chorus
Come From The Heart
Susanna Clark &
Richard Leigh
When I was a young man
my daddy told me
A lesson he learned,
it was a long time ago
If you want to have someone
to hold onto
You're gonna have to
learn to let go
Chorus
You got to sing like
you don't need the money
Love like you'll never
get hurt
You got to dance like
nobody's watchin'
It's gotta come from
the heart if you want it to work
Now here is the one thing
that I keep forgetting
When everything is falling
apart
In life as in love, what
I need to remember
There's such a thing
as trying too hard
Chorus
If you ever go out to
the circus
Where the Wallendas walk
on the wire
I'll tell you a tale
to remember
When the white horses
leap rings of fire
It was a cold night in
Oklahoma
The show was about to
begin
The animals they were
all restless
When the star horse she
broke from her pen
She was a mare of high
spirit
Just like a whore on
Saturday night
She's kickin' and buckin'
past the men who were brushin'
The elephants lyin' on
their sides
Next to the tent sat
some lanters
They were dangerously
close to the hay
That mare headed straight
for those lanters
Some fool had put there
by mistake
Then up stepped some Indian
Cowboy
His lasso went whirlin'
throught the air
In the full dead middle
of danger
He roped that runaway
mare
Then the elephants raised
up their trumpets
Two of them broke from
their chains
Stampeded that Indian
Cowboy
Who had saved the big
top from flames
So if you ever go out
to the circus
Where the Wallendas walk
on the wire
You just remember that
Indian Cowboy
When the white horses
leap rings of fire
The sun was hot and the
dust rose up like smoke
So we hid beneath the
elm tree and watched the watermelons float
There in a big 'ol tub
of ice
And we'd split em open
with a kitchen knife
And everybody had a sliece
it was a watermelon dream
Chorus
Ain't nothin' sweeter
than a watermelon dream
'Cept sittin on the front
porch eatin' that peach ice cream
When life is really sweeter
than it seems
That's what you've got
to call a watermelon dream
With sticky hands and
and faces we fought the yellow-jackets to a draw
Then we used the rind
for second base and played a little hard ball
I don't know how much
we ate
But we all got the belly-ache
And everybody stayed
up wat too late
It was a watermelon dream
Chorus
Then a little after sundown
we'd be runnin out of steam
So we'd light a roman
candle and try to hold on tho the dream
Maybe slip out behind
a car
Take a little tastes
from a jar
Then just lay back and
count the stars
That's called a watermelon
dream
I was feelin' depressed
I was feelin real low down
I felt so bad I could
not get my butt up off the grounds
I was mopin' around the
house I was bumpin' into walls
I was cryin' at the Andy
Griffith show and I was snappin' and the dog
I was startin' to fear
for my sanity
I could not find my ego
with both hands
So I decided professional
help was the only hope for me
So I called up this number
which I'd gotten of T.V.
They said "Are you havin'
marital problems Are you emotionally impaired
Are you sure you're bein'
followed or Are you just scared of bein' scared?
Well if so you better
come on in have a little talk with the doc"
So I did
I said doctor good doctor
I got trouble on my mind
Listen to me doc I don't
have too much time
I got a feelin' down
inside me and it will not go away
You know it hangs on
and bangs on my soul every day
Doctor good doctor I'm
grabbin' at loose ends
And I haven't felt like
I used to since I don't know when
Yersterday go past me
today is all the same
And tomorrow really scares
me I just can't play the game
He said quit whinin'
He said straighten up
and fly right
He said life is not a
piece of cake
He wanted to kow if my
insurance was paid up
Well I'm O.K. You're
O.K. if the check's O.K.
Second best hundred dollards
I ever spent
Guy Clark - guitar, vocal
Verlon Thompson - guitar,
harmony voal, percussion
Sam Bush- fiddle, mandolin,
mandola
Miles Wilkinson - percussion
Michael Henderson - National
slide guitar on 2
Emmylous Harris - harmony
vocals on 1 3 4 8
Rodney Crowell - harmony
vocals 6
Rosanne Cash - harmony
vocals on 6 9
Vince Gill - lead guitar
on 10