My old friends and boats, the stuff that works A random knife, an old blue shirt Strong and steady, like Texas dirt It’s a place to hide when you’re really hurt Well, Coleman Bonner and Sis Draper, a worn-out fiddle case Old skinny Dennis, I can still hear him singin’ 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 feelin’ fragile, ‘fraid you don’t belong It’s a lonely road you’re travelin’ on Well, there ain’t nothin’ like a Guy Clark song
Homegrown tomatoes and a Dallas whore A girl named Rita doin’ a slow bandera across a dance hall floor Well, he rolled his own and he loved to roar Man, it’s been over forty years since we shared that stage at the Troubadour
There ain’t nothin’ like a Guy Clark song You’re feelin’ fragile, ‘fraid you don’t belong It’s a lonely road you’re travelin’ on Well, 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 gon’ 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 travelin’ on Well, there ain’t nothin’ like a Guy Clark song