Nothin' Like A Guy Clark Song

Old friends and boats, and stuff that works

A Randall knife, an old blue shirt

Strong and steady, like Texas dirt

It's a place to hide when you really hurt

Well, Coleman Bonner and Sis Draper, a worn-out fiddle case

Old Skinny Dennis, I can still hear him singing bass

Well, that workbench was a holy place

His favorite picture, Susanna's face

There ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song

You're feeling fragile, afraid you don't belong

It's a lonely road you're traveling on

There ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song

Homegrown tomatoes and a Dallas whore

A girl named Rita doing a slow bandera across a dance hall floor

He rolled his own and he loved to roar

Man, it's been over 40 years since

We shared that stage at the Troubadour

There ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song

You're feeling fragile, afraid you don't belong

It's a lonely road you're traveling on

There ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song

Well, what do you do when your heroes die?

Man, you let 'em roll, you let 'em fly

'Cause Desperadoes don't worry or wonder why

Well, son of a bitch, Old Rodney's gonna miss you, Guy

And there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song

You feel abandoned, your friends are gone

It's a lonely road you're traveling on

Well, there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song