Тексты песен «Guy Clark»

Now here comes Texas rolling through my mind There ain't nothing to it mama don't be cryin' It's just one of those things that everyone goes through Just an old time feelin' don't mean no harm so roll me in your lovin'...

A hand is just another kind of hammer made of steel Beating blindly on the anvil a hammer cannot feel But a hand is for reaching out and touching all you can Holding on and hoping that you'll come to understand So...

I used to be Juanita's old boyfriend We sure gave 'em some stories to tell Now I can't even find her picture I guess I'm finally through foolin' myself I used to be an ex-bull rider Livin' on the edge of life itself...

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

Well who wouldn't notice the fire in your eyes? Or the bitter direction of impending goodbyes? I'm fallin', I'm folded, I'm welded in place At the sight of you standin' with streaks down your face You got your heart...

Some days I think this old machine is out to get me Some days she does what I tell her It's like dancing with a widow-maker forty hours a week You know I'm talkin' 'bout a big ol' D-10 caterpillar I don't know why I...

Hemingway's whiskey warm And smooth and mean Even when it burns It will always finish clean He did not like it watered down He took it straight up and neat If it's bad enough for him You know it's bad enough for me...

He brought the war home with him Still got sand in his boots Hes wrestling with the demons in the cold, hard truth As some may write about him, he came back different Something in his eyes said hed seen to much...

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...

Well, there ain't nothin' in the world that I like better Than bacon and lettuce and homegrown tomatoes Up in the mornin', out in the garden Get you a ripe one, hey, don't get a hard one Plant 'em in the spring, eat...

Sorry 'bout your mama Sorry 'bout your paa Sorry 'bout the business With your brother-in-law Hard cheese about the money man Hard cheese about the stock Hard cheese about you bein' Up to your ears in hock Tough luck...

Well, I don't love you much, do I Just more than human tongue can tell and that's all I don't love you much, do I Remember how I kissed you in the hall See how it sparkles in my eyes I couldn't hide it if I tried,...

Oh, Ellis Island was swarming Like a scene from a costume hall Decked out in the colors in Europe And on fire with the hope of it all There stood my father's own father, stood huddled With the tired and hungry and...

I had a friend named Bill Campbell He used to rob, steal and gamble And on the side he'd beg So he mopped up Well, I told ol' Billy shouldn't do it And ol' Bill said that he knew it So he started beggin' with a bucket...

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...

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...

He washed all the road dirt from his face and from his neck And sat down at her table and she picked up his check. And she took him home for reasons that she did not understand. And him, he had the answers but did not...

Hear that old tune come driftin' down the hall Trying to put a stop to clock on the wall Free flowin' free flown Lord mama how that old thief time carries on Take off your old coat and let down your hair Kick off them...

Now, I don't mind workin' hard You can't burn me down They ain't made a job That I can't work my way around Sometime, I do it for the money Sometime, for the glamor Sometime, I use my head Sometime, I get a bigger...

Pack up all the dishes Make a note of all good wishes Say goodbye to the landlord for me All you know he always bored me And throw out all those L.A. papers The moldy box of Vanilla Wafers Adios to all this concrete...