Guy Clark

He said his hip talks to him when it's ready to rain He's had a little nip and he's feelin' no pain When he gets like this he feels like talkin' He said he took some shrapnel at the Bay of Pigs He lost two fingers on a gulf oil rig Oh, you gotta watc

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 u

It's time for a change I'm tired of that same o'l 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 go

He's sneaky like Tennessee whiskey He always takes me by surprise He feels safe, he feels risky He's got the devil in his angel eyes There's nothing I can't tell him There's nothing he ain't heard When he don't say nothing Man I hang on every word He

Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me That son of a bitch has always bored me Throw out them L.A. papers And that moldy box of vanilla wafers Adios to all this concrete Gonna get me some dirt road bac

It's just one of those days you can?t explain When nothing's right or wrong Too much wine or not enough So you just play along. There's no rhyme or reason Ain't a damn thing you can do Some days you write the song Some days the song writes you. Your

I ain't lookin' for trouble I can't stay here tonight I got to leave here on the double If I want to see the morning light Don't need no pistol for the tickets I've got just enough to get us down the line I don't know what happens next Your guess is

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

She could dance that slow Uvalde Shuffle to some cowboy hustle How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered Trickin' dumb old cousin Willard Into thinkin' that he got her this time Hill country honky-tonkin' Rit

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

Well the sky was blacker than a funeral suit Hotter than a depot stove Hide in the cellar Blowin' down the road Ya got yer hail stones big as hen eggs boy Yer clouds as green can be Old mother natures raisin hell She parked a pickup in a tree Tornado

Standing at the window her face to the glass As far as she can see the time has come to pass As far as she can see the sky is all ablaze And this looks like the first of better days She's takin' charge of her life for a change She's takin' it back th

My favorite picture of you Is the one where you're staring Straight into the lens It's just a Polaroid shot Someone took on the spot No beginning, no end It's just a moment in time You can't have back You never left but your bags were packed Just in

In The Dark you can sometimes hear your own heart beat Or the heart of the one next to you The house settles down after holding itself up all day Shoulder slumps, gives a big sigh You hear no one's foot fall in the hall That drip in the kitchen sink

One man's hawk is another man's dove, one man's hug is another man's shove One man's rock is another man's sand, one man's fist is another man's hand One man's tool is another man's toy, one man grief is another man's joy One man's squawk is another

I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?" We were friends, me and this old man Like desperados waitin' for a