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on old man Walker's property
Packed my bags and said my good-byes early that Sunday evening
I drove down the old man's dirt road just as I was leaving
Jerry Jeff Walker

We held a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback Saloon
With every old-time cowboy agathered in one room
Swappin' tales and tellin'
(Jim Armenti)

I've been called every bad name, some I can't name
By judges and lawyers and folks I never met
But my mother she called me Walker
The cause is Ozymandian
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and bevelled
The land lone and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand

Which plays
boots on
Workin' like hell 'til the dinner bell brings him back home
Blue collar in his blood, backwoods in his bones
No doubt about it that boy's country
hubba

[Chorus:]
Well I'm a happy boy (happy boy)
Well I'm a happy boy (happy boy)

Oh ain't it good when things are going your way, hey hey
My
Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own of an old caballo a strawberry roan
I was hangin' round town just a spendin' my time out of a job and not
be good and don't be chasin' 
All those pretty women that you know
And by the way if you see barbara walker 
Tell her that I said "hello."
Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own of an old caballo a strawberry roan
I was hangin' round town just a spendin' my time out of a job and not
hubba

[Chorus:]
Well I'm a happy boy (happy boy)
Well I'm a happy boy (happy boy)

Oh ain't it good when things are going your way, hey hey
My
came and sat by my side
and said, "MmmmmMMM! You know I smell good"
I said to myself, "Please oh please reverend now would
you speed up the sermon so I
of cuffs in his hand
He was taking me to jail, but
That wasn't my plan
I broke the arm off my chair,
Stabbed him hard as I can
He got the bone
He got
to Jers' so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good times found myself like Jimmie Walker sayin' "Cello"

Yellow cheese
With the voices getting nearer I knew that I had to hide
I got up behind a coffin then I saw who was inside
By the skin and bones of black beard I
was the richest poor boy in the town of Nashville
[ piano ]
There's a chill down in my bones yes it's my time to go on
And I'm sure the good Lord knows
by the boys of the world
But I!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride
Yell, when your groin starts to rebel
Yo l, I told you that we would
with you all when my Mama passed away
I was on the road and when they came and told me know it was just too late

I drove by the grave to see her boy
good)
Eighteen and over, I wants to bone ya (Yeah, baby)
Eighteen and over (Oh yeah, this is gonna be good)

Now wait a minute

This ain't nothin'
By Warren Zevon
C. United Artists 1970/Mr. Bones Music (1969/70?)c.1996 EMI-Capital Music Special Markets

If you's a hitchhikin' woman
You can thumb
yeah|
Who shot who and who fired first?
Dripping death to whet the blood thirst
No radar lock on, skin and bone
The bomber boys are going home
yeah!
Who shot who and who fired first?
Dripping death to whet the blood thirst
No radar lock on, skin and bone
The bomber boys are going home
Hey, my name is not Protocol
And I ain't nobody's stigma or statistic
Hey, hey lady, you know who you are.
You think you helpin' me by insertin'
them next to the faith that he'd lost in himself
Said his good-byes and when the dirty work was done
He turned his wheels into the fading sun

For
Nights in the back of that Buick that you got runnin'
Your baby by your side, told the whole world you're comin'


[Chorus]
Work so hard to do what is
To others

We're all the same
So show routines
The tall good looking boy
At the bar
Won't have to stumble too far
To find someone
A new bird every