Guy Clark piosenki

Well, I was passing by a pawn shop In an older part of town Something caught my eye And I stopped and turned around I stepped inside and there I spied In the middle of it all Was a beat up old guitar Hanging on the wall. What do you want for that piece of ju...

Now the Houston Kid's got a new pair of jeans But he's got no soap, he got no washing machine Now the Houston Kid he's feelin' tight and he's mean And he's tryin' to figure out how his pants got clean Well, he's doin' his wash in a tub full of whiskey Hangin'...

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...

The old gunfighter on the porch Stared into the sun And relived the days of living by the gun When deadly games of pride were played And living was mistakes not made And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the tur...

She's a melody in search of the words I love you She's a rose with rose with no room to grow She's a light in the night with nowhere to shine She's the partner that nobody chose She's tried and she's tried And she's tried to keep on lovin' But every man she l...

My father had a Randall knife My mother gave it to him When he went off to WWII To save us all from ruin If you've ever held a Randall knife Then you know my father well If a better blade was ever made It was probably forged in hell My father was a good man A...

The south coast of Texas is a thin slice of life It' s salty and hard it it stern as a knife Where the wind is for blwon' up hurricanes for showin' The snakes how to swim and the trees how to lean [Chorus:] The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the b...

Won't say I love you babe Won't say I need you babe But, I'm gonna get you babe And I will not do you wrong Livin's mostly wastin' time I waste my share of mine But it never feels too good So let's don't take too long You're soft as glass And I'm a gentle man...

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...

I threw a rock through your window Just to let you know I love you Just to let you know I care and I ain't scared To have you see how I feel I blew a kiss through your keyhole Just to let you know I'm breathin' Just to try and smack you in the heart, If I was...

Gents to the middle said a young girl's fiddle And you ain't got nothin' to lose Allemande right she can play it all night She can fiddle off the bottom of your shoes [Chorus:] Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly How she hangs that music [crystal] in...

I beg your pardon mama what did you say My mind was drifting on a Martinque day It's not that I'm not interested you see Augusta Georgia is just no place to be Just think Jamaica in the moonlight Sandy beaches drinking rum every night We've got no money mama...

Now what's up with the walkin' man I wonder where he's gone Marchin' down to Birmingham I think I'll tag along Was a walkin' man come by here A hundred years ago Walkin' down the trail of tears Out to Oklahom-i-o out to Oklahome Hand me down my walkin' shoes...

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 not...

Gimme just one more puff Of that worry b gone I'm planning on feelin' much better Before too long I gotta world of trouble I need to forget I'm on my way But I ain't there yet Gimme just one more puff Of that worry b gone Everywhere I look Trouble is all I se...

Nine ball rack sitting on the table Step right up if you're able Sonny gives a lesson to a hundred of games Lay the money down take dead aim House band rockin' way too long What you gonna do for a viper crowd Aint no white, ain't no black, Welcome to the wron...