Guy Clark "Cold Dog Soup" The Lyrics @Cold Dog Soup Guy Clark/Mark D. Sanders William Butler Yeats in jeans Got up to play guitar and sing In some join in Mission Beach last night At the door sat Tom Waits In a pork pie hat and silver skates Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star Can't remember where he parked his car Or to whom he lost the keys Full of angst and hillbilly haiku What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do Go on rhyme somethin' for em' man Show him how you really feel Chorus Ain't no money in poetry That's what sets the poet free I've had all the freedom I can stand Cold dog soup and rainbow pie Is all it takes to get me by Fool my belly till the day I die Cold dog soup and rainbow pie Ginsberg and Kerouac Shootin' dice and playin' Ramblin' Jack's guitar With the cowboy paintin' pickguard on it And they sat in the back and drank for free And rhymed orange with Rosalie Now there's a pride of lions to draw to Chorus @Fort Worth Blues Steve Earle Fort Worth neon shinin' bright Pretty lights red and blue They shut down all the honky tonks tonight Say a prayer or two, if they only knew You used to say the highway was your home But we both know that ain't true It's just the only place a man can go When he don't know where he's travelin' to Colorado's always clean and healin' Tennessee the spring is green and cool But it never really was your kind of town So you went around with the Fort Worth blues Somewhere out across the Great Divide Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few A man can see his way clear to the light Just hold on tight, that's all you got to do They say in Texas the weather's always changin' One thing change will bring is something new Houston really ain't too bad a town So you hung around with the Fort Worth Blues There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight Silver light on green and blue Every place I travel to find Some kind of sign that you've been through Amsterdam us always good for grievin' London never fails to leave me blue Paris really ain't my kind of town So I walked around with the Fort Worth blues @Sis Draper Guy Clark/Shawn Camp Kick your shoes off in the corner mama Tuck the babies all up snug Sis Draper's comin' over, we all gonna cut a rug When you see that lantern swingin' yonder Comin' up the Holler Road Them dogs'll get to barkin' Ought to tie em all up with a rope You boys better get in tune Sis Draper's gonna be here soon Don't shoot no dice nor get too tight If you're gonna pick with Sis tonight She came down from the Boston mountains There was lightnin' in the air Honey on them fiddle strings Magnolia in her hair She's a diamond in the rough If you can't see the shine that's tough Play all night for the likes of us Sis Draper's got the touch She'll play all night if she feels like it have some fruit punch if you spike it Sis don't care who don't like it See, ol' Sis has got a Hell of a bow arm on her She stepped up and sawed one off And uncle Cleve dropped his jaw Said she's the best I ever saw She must be from Arkansas I think Grandpa used to date her Grandma says she still hates her All the fellas stand up straighter In the presence of Sis Draper Sis Draper is the devil's daughter Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her Plays it like her mama taught her She's a travelin' Arkansawyer Put her fiddle in a box Said it's getting awful late She's on her way to Little Rock And Little Rock can't wait So we all stood out in the yard Hands all full of watermelon Watcher her leave watched her go Wishin' I was in that wagon Sis Draper is the devil's daughter Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her Plays it like her mama taught her She's a travelin' Arkansawyer @Ain't No Trouble To Me Guy Clark/Jon Randall Stewart Baby don't let em' blow smoke up your dress Don't let em' break your heart Don't start thinkin' that life's a mess You've done just fine so far And when the ways of the world start getting you down You're all our of repartee if your smile turns to a frown It ain't no trouble to me Chorus Trouble be gone, trouble be damned Love be trouble free Come on home any old time It ain't no trouble to me It ain't no trouble to me I got a shoulder with your name on it Should a tear come to your eye I got ears that hear anything you fear And a tongue that will not lie Yeah, I'm gonna love you till the day I die That's a guarantee Tomorrow be another day But it ain't no trouble to me Chorus @Water Under The Bridge They baptized me one fine day Down at the river's edge All my sins are washed away Like water under the bridge I had a little girl and her eyes were blue She lived just over the ridge Her love ran deep and her love ran true Like water under the bridge Sailin' away on a paper boat As far as I can go All the way to New Orleans And the Gulf of Mexico River run clear river run clean River run rough sometime River run wild and it run serene Just like a friend of mine Tie my troubles in a gunnysack And throw em' over the edge Sailin' away and I won't be back Like water under the bridge You might be saint you might be sinner You might be Billy The Kid You might crap out or roll a winner It's water under the bridge @Forever, For Always, For Certain Richard Dobson Forever ain't easy to come by For always ain't never to sure For certain is less than you hoped for For someone it's hard to endure Foresaken must sometimes befall us For sorrow sometimes will call Four seasons go around on a pinwheel And tomorrow ain't nothin' at all The first time that I came by lovin' Forever was all on my mind And I never got used to the hurting Or the searchin' for some love in kind And it seems like I'm still chasing rainbows It seems like I'm still on the run Forever don't mean much in passing Forgotten don't mean that it's done Forever, for always, for certain' For someone forsaken for sure For any old plan you got workin' For any old pain you can cure Forever, for always, for certain @Men Will Be Boys Guy Clark/Verlon Thompson Chorus The only difference between men and boys Is the size of their feet and the price of their toys Always horsin' around makin' too much noise Ain't it funny how men will be boys Kickin' tires round the pick-up truck Drinkin' beer and just cuttin' up Smokin' and jokin' out behind the shed Cussin' a blue streak till the girls turn red Chorus Sneakin' out of the house tryin' to have a little fun Lookin' for somthin' that he ain't done Look what the cat dragged in at the break of dawn He ain't passed out he's campin' on the lawn Chorus You can spend a lifetime growin' up You can spend a lifetime in a rut When it comes a time you got to make a choice Most men would just as soon be boys Chorus @Indian Head Penny Guy Clark/Verlon Thompson I rolled off the San Francisco mint in 1909 The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shine When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid Making change for a jaw breaker was the first thing that I did I got traded for a pocket knife, two marbles and some string Wound up on a railroad track waiting for a train Snatched up by a hobo and turned right into wine Pitched up against the wall at least a thousand times Chorus 'Round and 'round a penny goes 'Round and back again Listen and I'll tell you The places that I've been I got stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then He gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his land I was good luck to a soldier back in W.W.II He lost me in a poker game the day the war was through I got stuck behind the back seat of a '51 Chevrolet Spare change in the sixties, getting worth less every day Now it's piggy banks and gum machines and occasional wishing wells Or laying on a barroom floor, Indian heads or tails Chorus I'm a pretty lucky penny, Lord it happens every time Just when I start feeling lost and left behind Some kid will pick me up and wonder where I've been Put me in his pocket, and here I go again Chorus @Bunkhouse Blues Guy Clark/Verlon Thompson At the Broken Heart Ranch You can always get work As a cowfool There's feelin's to wrangle Loose ends to untangle and tie Sun up to sundown Ridin' herd on old memories Sundown to sun up Singin' the bunkhouse blues There's a lone bawlin' calf Lost in a little box canyon Got no companion Lord, don't I know how he feels Up there on the canyon rim Blows a cold coyote wind Buzzards grinnin' down at him I'm singin' the bunkhouse blues At the Broken Heart Ranch Saturday night sure gets lonesome I long for the lights And the comfort of someone in town Playin' cards and killin' time Somebody stole my piggin' line this ain't no nursery rhyme I'm talkin' the bunkhouse blues @Red River From Palo Duro Canyon outside Amarillo Texas The prairie dog town fork of the Red River flows Headed cross the plains along the coast of Oklahoma To the Mississippi River and the Gulf of Mexico Red River I know you I know you of old You have filled up my pockets with quicksand and gold Susanna oh Susanna when it comes my time Bury me south of that Red River line My great grandfather came to that Red River line And camped on the north side until it was time To cross or to stay to be sooner or not He headed south to San Antone they said he liked it hot Here's to Charlie Goodnight and Mr. Loving too Here's to Coronado, the Comanche, and the blues Here's to the bootleggers and the oilfield crews Here's to the one and all of us Red River fools @Die Tryin' Guy Clark/Jon Randall Stewart Don't be a stranger If you're looking for a friend If you want an even break You've got to learn to bend You don't have a song If you don't know how to sing You don't have a prayer If you don't know how to dream Chorus What's the use in dyin' If you don't die tryin' If you don't die tryin' What's the use What's the use in flyin' If you don't die flyin' If you don't die flyin' What's the use If you're gonna roll the dice You gotta take a chance Gotta get out on the floor If you want to do the dance If you don't know how to laugh You'll never learn to cry If you don't know how to fall You'll never learn how to fly Chorus @Be Gone Forever Keith Sykes/Anna McGarrigle Sometimes a loser Sometimes a hero This is a lonely captain's story Sword and a pistol by his side Chorus Do Lord oh do remember him Yes, yes, remember him There will be a singer Whenever his time has come to die Be gone forever Sometimes an angel Sometimes unwanted This is a lonely nurse's story Watch and a clipboard by her side Chorus Sometimes a legend Sometimes a beggar This is a lonely hobo's story Cane and a switchblade by his side Chorus Sometimes we're ugly Not really worth it This is a lonely planet's story We're the third one from the sun Chorus