Lyrics:
Desparados Waiting For A Train
By Guy Clark

AND I'D SING THE RED RIVER VALLEY
AND HE'D SIT IN THE KITCHEN AND CRY
RUN HIS FINGERS THROUGH SEVENTY YEARS OF LIVING'
WONDERING, LORD, HAS EVERY WELL I DRILLED RAN DRY
WE WERE FRIENDS, ME AND THAT OLD MAN
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN

HE'S A DRIFTER AND A DRILLER OF OIL WELLS
AND AN OLD SCHOOL MAN OF THE WORLD
TAUGHT ME HOW TO DRIVE HIS CAR WHEN HE'S TOO DRUNK TO
AND HE'D WINK AND GIVE ME MONEY FOR THE GIRLS
AND OUR LIVES WAS LIKE SOME OLD WESTERN MOVIE
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN

FROM THE TIME THAT I COULD WALK HE'D TAKE ME WITH HIM
TO A PLACE CALLED THE GREEN FROG CAFE
AND THERE WAS OLD MEN WITH BEER GUTS AND DOMINOES
LYING' ABOUT THEIR LIVES WHILE THEY PLAYED
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN

AND I LOOKED UP AND HE WAS PUSHING EIGHTY
AND THERE WAS BROWN TOBACCO STAINS ALL DOWN HIS CHIN
TO ME HE'S ONE OF THE HEROES OF THIS COUNTRY
SEE WHY'S HE ALL DRESSED UP LIKE SOME OLD MAN
DRINKING' BEER AND PLAYING' MOON IN FORTY-TWO
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN

THE DAY BEFORE HE DIES I WENT TO SEE HIM
I WAS GROWN AND HE WAS ALMOST GONE
WE JUST CLOSED OUR EYES AND DREAMT US UP A KITCHEN
AND SANG ANOTHER VERSE TO THAT OLD SONG
"DON'T CRY, JACK, IT'S ONLY JESUS COMING"
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN

Just In Time (To Watch Love Die)
By David Allan Coe And Jimmy Townsend

THREES A STACK OF DAILY PAPERS ON HER DOORSTEP
AND THE GRASS HAS GROWN UP MORE THAN SHE'D ALLOW
YES, IT SEEMS TO ME TO BE A LITTLE MORE LIKE A VACATION
NEVER KNEW THAT I'D MISS HER UNTIL NOW
FROM BOTH ENDS THE CANDLE SEEMS TO BURN MUCH BRIGHTER
GUESS SHE SAW THE FLAME I TRIED SO HARD TO HIDE
LOOKS LIKE IM THE ONE THAT GOT CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE
BURNT MY FINGER
I GOT THERE JUST IN TIME TO WATCH LOVE DIE
YEA, I GOT THERE JUST IN TIME TO WATCH LOVE DIE
THERE'S A CHANGE OF ADDRESS BLANK INSIDE THE MAILBOX
AND THE KEY SHED USUALLY LEAVE FOR ME NOT HERE
YES, ITS PLAIN TO SEE THAT SHE NO LONGER WANTS AN EXPLANATION
GUESS I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN I WOULD NOT FIND HER HERE
FROM BOTH ENDS THE CANDLE SEEMS TO BURN MUCH BRIGHTER
I GUESS SHE SAW THE FLAME I TRIED SO HARD TO HIDE
LOOKS LIKE IM THE ONE THAT GOT CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE
BURNT MY FINGER
I GOT THERE JUST IN TIME TO WATCH LOVE DIE
BUT I GOT THERE MUCH TO LATE TO SAY GOODBYE.

Whiskey and Women
By David Allan Coe

I'VE GOT THIS WEAKNESS FOR WOMEN AND WHISKEY
ITS SOMETHING I JUST CANT CONTROL
I'VE TRIED HARD TO SHAKE IT WITH OUT ANY LUCK
IT KEEPS BURNING DEEP IN MY SOUL
I THOUGHT YOU COULD CHANGE THINGS AND WHILE YOU WERE WITH ME
I NEVER LOVED NO ONE BUT YOU
BUT ITS GONNA TAKE MORE THAT WHISKY AND WOMEN
TO MAKE ME FORGET THAT WERE THROUGH

BABY, SOMETIMES AT NIGHT WHEN I REACH OUT TO TOUCH YOU
I WAKE UP CHILLED TO THE BONE
THERE IS SO MANY THINGS I CANT GET USED TO
SPECIALLY BEING ALONE
I BUILT MY WHOLE WORLD AROUND YOU AND NOW THAT YOUR GONE
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
BUT ITS GONNA TAKE MORE THAT WHISKY AND WOMEN
TO MAKE ME FORGET THAT WERE THROUGH

I FOUND ME A WOMAN TO LAY DOWN BESIDE ME
SHE OFFERED HER BODY AND SOUL
AND I TOOK THEM HOPING FOR SOME SILLY REASON
SHED HELP ME REGAIN SELF CONTROL
I LEFT LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT WHEN THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN
TURNED THE GREY SKIES TO BLUE
I SOBERED UP KNOWING SHED NEVER BE ABLE
TO MAKE ME FORGET THAT WERE THROUGH


You Never Even Call Me by My Name
Written By Steve Goodman
As Recorded By David Allan Coe

WELL, IT WAS ALL
THAT I COULD DO TO KEEP FROM CRYIN’
SOMETIMES IT SEEMED SO USELESS TO REMAIN
BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN’, DARLIN'
YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME BY MY NAME

YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME WAYLON JENNINGS
AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME CHARLIE PRIDE
AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME MERLE HAGGARD/ANYMORE
EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE ON MY FIGHTIN’ SIDE

CHORUS:
AND I’LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME
AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN’ IN THE RAIN
BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN’, DARLIN’
YOU NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BY MY NAME

WELL, I’VE HEARD MY NAME
A FEW TIMES IN YOUR PHONE BOOK (Hello, Hello)
AND I’VE SEEN IT ON SIGNS WHERE I’VE PLAYED
BUT THE ONLY TIME I KNOW
I’LL HEAR "DAVID ALLAN COE"
IS WHEN JESUS HAS HIS FINAL JUDGMENT DAY

REPEAT CHORUS

RECITATION:
WELL, A FRIEND OF MINE NAMED STEVE GOODMAN WROTE THAT SONG
AND HE TOLD ME IT WAS THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG
I WROTE HIM BACK A LETTER AND I TOLD HIM IT WAS NOT THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG BECAUSE HE HADN’T SAID ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT MAMA,
OR TRAINS,
OR TRUCKS,
OR PRISON,
OR GETTING’ DRUNK
WELL HE SAT DOWN AND WROTE ANOTHER VERSE TO THE SONG
AND HE SENT IT TO ME,
AND AFTER READING IT,
I REALIZED THAT MY FRIEND HAD WRITTEN THE PERFECT
COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG
AND I FELT OBLIGED TO INCLUDE IT ON THIS ALBUM
THE LAST VERSE GOES LIKE THIS HERE:

WELL, I WAS DRUNK THE DAY MY MOM GOT OUT OF PRISON
AND I WENT TO PICK HER UP IN THE RAIN
BUT BEFORE I COULD GET TO THE STATION IN MY PICKUP TRUCK
SHE GOT RUN NED OVER BY A DAMNED OLD TRAIN

CHORUS:
AND I’LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME
AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN’ IN THE RAIN
NO, A’ YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN’, DARLIN’
YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME
WELL I WONDER WHY YOU DON’T CALL ME
WHY DON’T YOU EVER CALL ME BY MY NAME

Take This Job and Shove It
Chorus: TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT/ I AIN’T WORKING’ HERE NO MORE MY WOMAN DONE LEFT AND TOOK ALL OF THE REASONS I WAS WORKING FOR YOU BETTER NOT TRY TO STAND IN MY WAY/ WHEN I WALK OUT THE DOOR TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT/ I AIN’T WORKING’ HERE NO MORE

I BEEN WORKING IN THIS FACTORY/ PRETTY CLOSE TO 15 YEARS I’VE SOME OF MY BEST FRIENDS’ WOMEN/ STANDING IN A POOL OF TEARS I’VE SEEN A LOT OF KINFOLKS DYING/ I HAD A LOT OF BILLS TO PAY LORD, I’D GIVE THE SHIRT RIGHT OFFING’ MY BACK/ IF I HAD THE NERVE TO SAY:

Repeat Chorus

THE FOREMAN IS A REGULAR SOB. AND THE NIGHT BOSS, HE’S A FOOL HE GOT HIMSELF A BRAND NEW FLATTOP HAIRCUT LORD, HE REALLY THINKS THAT’S COOL ONE OF THESE DAYS I’M GONNA BLOW MY TOP AND THERE’S GONNA BE HELL TO PAY I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THEIR FACES WHEN I GET THE NERVE TO SAY

Repeat Chorus

If That Ain't Country
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars
He got some in prison and others in bars
The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime
They looked like tombstones in our yard
And I never seen him when he wasn't tired and mean
He sold used parts to make ends meet
Covered with grease from his head to his feet
Cussin' the sweat and the Texas heat and mosquiters
And the neighbors said we lived like hicks
But they brung their cars for pa to fix anyhow
He was veteran-proud tried and true
He'd fought till his heart was black and blue
Didn't know how he'd made it through the hard times
He bought our house on the GI Bill
But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to git it
He drank pearl in a can and Jack Daniels black
Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack
Had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes
He'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake
And there wasn't too much that he would take from a stranger
There were thirteen kids and a bunch of dogs
A house full of chickens and a yard full of hogs
I spent the summertime cuttin' up logs for the winter
Tryin' like the devil to find the Lord
Workin' like a nigger for my room and board
Coal-burin' stove no natural gas if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country it'll hairlip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've seen the Grand Ole Opry and I've met Johnny Cash
If that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
[ steel ]
Mama sells eggs at a grocery store my oldest sister is a first-rate whore
Dad says she can't come home anymore and he means it
Ma just sits and keeps her silence
Sister she left cause dad got violent and he knows it
Mama she's old far beyond her time
From chopping tobacco and I've seen her cryin'
When blood started flowin' from her calloused hand and it hurt me
She'd just keep workin' tryin' to help the old man
To the end of one row and back again like always
She's been through hell since junior went to jail
When the lights go out she ain't never failed
To get down on her knees and pray because she loves him
Told all the neighbors he was off in the war
Fightin' for freedom he's good to the core and she's proud
Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles
At the end of the porch there was four stacks of wheels
And tires for sale for a dollar or two cash
There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
Me and my family we was livin' proof
The people who forgot about poor white trash
And if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country...
I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes concerning the great speckled bird
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels and went back to the wild side of life

Merle and Me
BACK IN 1953
WE STOLE A CAR OLD MERLE AND ME
NEVER THINKING WED BE PUT IN JAIL
YOU MIGHT SAY THAT WE WERE GREEN
I WAS BARELY SEVENTEEN
WHEN THEY PUT THOSE BARS BETWEEN OLD MERLE AND ME

LATE ONE NIGHT WE HIT THE WALL
TWENTY FEET WE HAD TO FALL
TO THE GROUND WHERE WE COULD CRAW INTO THE WEEDS
WAITING FOR THAT SHOTGUN BLAST
NEVER THINKING WE COULD LAST
WE SURE HAD TO GROW UP FAST, OLD MERLE AND ME

WE WERE YOUNG AND CRAZY THEN
IT WAS EASY TO PRETEND
ACTING LIKE WED NEVER BEEN IN REFORM SCHOOL
LOOKING DANGER IN THE EYE
WALKING WITH OUR HEADS HELD HIGH
WE WERE NOT AFRAID TO DIE, OLD MERLE AND ME

WE WERE LIVING BY THE GUN
NEVER CARING WHAT WED DONE
SWEARING IT WAS ALL JUST FUN AND GAMES YOU KNOW
WE WOULD DIE AND GO TO HELL
BEFORE WE BROKE OUR VOW TO TELL
HOW WE ESCAPED THAT PRISON CELL. OLD MERLE AND ME

HOW WAS MERLE OR ME TO KNOW
WE WOULD END UP ON DEATH ROW
WAITING FOR OUR TURN IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR
SHOT DOWN IN A GROCERY STORE
WE GOT BUSTED AT THE DOOR
PRAYING WASN'T EASY FOR OLD MERLE AND ME

Would You Lay with Me
WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME IN A FIELD OF STONE
IF MY NEEDS WERE STRONG, WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME

SHOULD MY LIPS GROW DRY,
WOULD YOU WET THEM, DEAR
IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR,
IF MY LIPS WERE DRY

WOULD YOU GO AWAY TO ANOTHER LAND
WALK A THOUSAND MILES THROUGH THE BURNING SAND
WIPE THE BLOOD AWAY FROM MY DYING HAND
IF I GIVE MYSELF TO YOU

WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME
IN THE STREAM OF LIFE
WHEN THE MOON IS FULL,
WOULD YOU BATHE WITH ME

WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME,
WHEN I'M DOWN AND OUT
IN MY TIME OF TRIAL,
WOULD YOU STAND BY ME

WOULD YOU GO AWAY TO ANOTHER LAND
WALK A THOUSAND MILES THROUGH THE BURNING SAND
WIPE THE BLOOD AWAY FROM MY DYING HAND
IF I GIVE MYSELF TO YOU

WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME
IN A FIELD OF STONE
IF MY NEEDS WERE STRONG,
WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME

Longhaired Redneck
Written By David Allan Coe/ Jimmy Rabbit

COUNTRY DEEJAYS KNOWS THAT I'M AN OUTLAW
THEY'D NEVER COME TO SEE ME IN THIS DIVE
WHERE BIKERS STARE AT COWBOYS
WHO ARE LAUGHING' AT THE HIPPIES
WHO ARE PRAYING' THEY'LL GET OUT OF HERE ALIVE

LOUDMOUTH IN THE CORNER'S GETTING' TO ME
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY EARRINGS AND MY HAIR
I GUESS HE AIN'T READ THE SIGNS THAT SAY I'VE BEEN TO PRISON
SOMEONE OUGHT TO WARN HIM
'FORE I KNOCK HIM OFF HIS CHAIR

'CAUSE MY LONG HAIR JUST CAN'T COVER UP MY REDNECK
I'VE WON EVERY FIGHT I'VE EVER FOUGHT
AND I DON'T NEED SOME TURKEY TELLING' ME THAT I AIN'T COUNTRY
SAYING' I AIN'T WORTH DAMNED
OLD TICKET THAT HE BOUGHT

'CAUSE I CAN SING ALL THEM SONGS ABOUT TEXAS
AND I STILL DO ALL THE SAD ONES THAT I KNOW
THEY TELL ME I LOOK LIKE MERLE HAGGARD
AND SOUND A LOT LIKE DAVID ALLAN COE
AND THE BARMAID IN THE LAST TOWN THAT WE PLAYED IN
KNEW THE WORDS TO EVERY SONG I'D WROTE
SHE SAID JIMMY RABBIT TURNED HER ON TO MY LAST ALBUM
JUST ABOUT THE TIME THE JUKE BOX BROKE

YEAH, JOHNNY CASH HELPED ME GET OUT OF PRISON
LONG BEFORE RODRIGUEZ STOLE THAT GOAT
I'VE BEEN THE RHINESTONE COWBOY FOR SO LONG I CAN'T REMEMBER
AND I CAN DO YOU EVERY SONG
HANK WILLIAMS EVER WROTE

AND I CAN SING ALL THEM SONGS ABOUT TEXAS
AND I STILL DO ALL THE SAD ONES THAT I KNOW
I CAN'T HELP IT, I LOOK LIKE MERLE HAGGARD
AND I SOUND A LOT LIKE DAVID ALLAN COE

BUT THE COUNTRY D.J.'S ALL THINK I'M AN OUTLAW
AND THEY'D NEVER COME TO SEE ME IN THIS DIVE
WHERE BIKERS STARE AT COWBOYS
WHO ARE LAUGHING' AT THE HIPPIES
WHO ARE PRAYING' THEY'LL GET OUT OF HERE ALIVE

THE LOUDMOUTH IN THE CORNER'S GETTING' TO ME
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY EARRINGS AND MY HAIR

Free Born Rambling Man
I NEVER MEANT TO LEAVE HER, MY INTENTIONS WERE TO STAY
IT WASN'T NOTHING SHE HAD DONE OR NOTHING SHE COULD SAY
TO CHANGE THIS OLD FAMILIAR FEELING THAT
MAKES CHILLS RUN THROUGH MY SKIN
'LESS SHE READ MY MIND AND SAW THE
SIGNS THAT POINT AROUND THE BEND

MY TOOTHBRUSH NEVER LEAVES MY POCKET,
THERE'S NO ANCHOR ON MY FEET
IF MY SLEEPING' BAG GETS DUSTY AND THERE'S NOT ENOUGH TO EAT
I MAY STAY AN EXTRA DAY, 'TIL I FIND ANOTHER TOWN
YOU CAN BET THERE'S NOT A LADY THAT
CAN SHOW THIS FREIGHT TRAIN DOWN

AND I'LL BE MOVING IN THE MORNING,
LEAVING YOU BEHIND
IF ANYONE SHOULD ASK YOU,
YOU CAN TELL THEM THEY WILL FIND
SOMEBODY WALKING' DOWN THE HIGHWAY WITH A GUITAR IN HIS HAND
AND I'LL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED AS A FREE BORN RAMBLING' MAN

LORD, TELL THE CHILDREN WHEN THEY FIND ME,
THAT I DIED BUT NOT IN VAIN
THEY CAN FIND REINCARNATION IN THE WHISTLE OF A TRAIN
AND EACH TIME THEY HEAR THE WHISTLE BLOW
THROUGH THE STILLNESS OF THE LAND
THEY'LL KNOW THAT I WAS HAPPY AS A FREE BORN RAMBLING' MAN

Greener Than the Grass (We Laid On)
By David Allan Coe

I painted quite a picture for the girls in her home town
And she was no exception to the rule
Singing all them songs about the places I've been
Made a body fell just like a fool
She was like the paper bag that once had held the wine
Thrown without no caution to the wind
I left her like the empty bottle lying' on the ground
Swearing' I'd pick her up again

She was greener than the grass we laid on
Underneath that Alabama sun
I guess she should have known
That old' highway was my home
Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do

I said she was prettier than Paris in the rain
Lord, I filled her full of gypsy lies
Swearing' I'd be coming back to fetch her in the Spring
Too ashamed to look her in the eye
She looked about as simple as the cotton dress I've torn
Sneaking' in her house at 3 a.m.
Her Momma liked to question me the day after and I was sure
Her intuition told her where we'd been

She was greener than the grass we laid on
Underneath that Alabama sun
I guess she should have known
That old' highway was my home
She should have never listened to my songs, to my songs
She should have never listened to my songs.

A Sad Country Song
IF YOU'RE FEELING LONELY
AND THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY
ONE LEFT
THAT'S ALONE IN A BAR
IF NEED SOMEBODY
WITH SHOULDERS TO CRY ON
WELL BABY I'M NOT VERY FAR

Chorus:
JUST LOOK FOR MY NAME ON A JUKEBOX
WHEN YOU'RE TIRED AND FEELING ALONE
PUT IN A DIME
AND I'LL TAKE THE TIME
TO SING YOU
A SAD COUNTRY SONG

IF YOU STARTED DRINKING
STILL CAN'T STOP THINKING
ABOUT ALL THOSE LONG NIGHTS ALONE
IF TEAR DROPS START FALLING
AND YOU KEEP ON CALLING
TO FIND OUT THERE'S NOBODY HOME

Chorus:
JUST LOOK FOR MY NAME ON A JUKEBOX
WHEN YOU'RE TIRED AND FEELING ALONE
PUT IN A DIME
AND I'LL TAKE THE TIME
TO SING YOU
A SAD COUNTRY SONG

Stand by Your Man
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times and he'll have good times doin' things that you don't understand
But if you love him you'll forgive him even though he's hard to understand
And if you love him be proud of him cause after all he's just a man
Stand by your man give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to when nights're cold and lonely
Stand by your man and tell the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can stand by your man

Well honey that's the only way that daddy knows how to answer your question
I knew when your mama passed away that someday I have to explain the things to you
That might make me and you both feel unconfortable
So I thought that the best thing to do
Is to sing you this song your mama used to sing
I hope that you will understand cause she did stand by her man
Stand by your man...
Stand by your man...

I've Got To Have You
And I'd like to take you take you away
And if you'd come with me we'd leave here today
There's nothing to hold you as strong as this feeling
And I've got to have you as soon as I can

And I know you're worried about where you stand
The ring that he gave you is still on your hand
You want to be faithful you want to believe
He's easy to lie to but hard to deceive
And you say it's over between you and him
He tells you he needs you but chances are slim
That he even wants you as much as I do
So why don't you go on and tell him you're through
Cause I'd like to take you...
[ mandolin - dobro ]
And I'd like to take you...
And I've got to have you as soon as I can as soon as I can

Texas Lullaby
SEE THOSE TUMBLEWEEDS A-BLOWING'
LORD, IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY
IT REMINDS ME OF MY DADDY
AND THAT TEXAS LULLABY

SEE THOSE CACTUS FLOWERS BLOOMING'
LIKE THE TWINKLE IN HIS EYE
EVERY TIME HE STARTED SINGING' THAT OLE TEXAS LULLABY

YIPPEE YI LITTLE DOGGIE ROLL ALONG ROLL ALONG
YIPPEE YI LITTLE DOGGIE TAKE ME HOME, TAKE ME HOME
IT'S SO COLD ON THE DESERT, I'M CHILLED TO THE BONE
YIPPEE YI LITTLE DOGGIE, YIPPEE YI

LOOK YONDER THERE'S A DUST CLOUD PAINTING PICTURES IN THE SKY
DADDY TOLD ME ALL ABOUT IT, IN THAT TEXAS LULLABY
THEM OLE LONGHORNS ARE A BALLWIN', LORD I KNOW I MUST BE HIGH
WISH MY DAD COULD HEAR ME SINGING' THIS OLD TEXAS LULLABY

DADDY LEFT ME THIS OLD GUITAR, THOUGH I NEVER QUITE KNEW WHY
HE SAID SOMEDAY I'D BE FAMOUS LIKE THAT TEXAS LULLABY
BUT IT'S BEEN A MONTH OF SUNDAYS SINCE I SEEN THAT EDGE FLY
AND NOBODY WANTS TO LISTEN TO A TEXAS LULLABY

Willie, Waylon And Me
I heard The Burritos out in California could fly higher than The Byrds
Roger McGuinn had a 12 string guitar it was like nothing I'd ever heard
And The Eagles flew in from the west coast like The Byrds they were trying to be free
While in Texas the talk turned to Outlaws like Willie and Waylon and me

Hey well that they say Texas music is in the make
And we've been making music that is free
Doing one night stands and playing with our bands Willie Waylon and me
(Oh Mad Dog)
[ harmonica - steel ]
They say The Beatles were just the beginning of everything music could be
Just like The Stones I was rolling along like a ship lost out on the sea
And Joplin would die for the future and Dylan would write poetry
And in Texas the talk turned to Outlaws like Willie and Waylon and me

Hey my name is David Allan Coe and I'm from Dallas Texas
They say Texas music is in the make
And we've been making music that is free
Doing one night stands and playing with our bands Willie Waylon and me
[ piano - guitar ]
I heard The Burritos out in California...