Old No. 1

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

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