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the Old Quarter's had Townes Van Zandt for five nights We have him for one more night and we're glad to have him here tonight. Townes Van Zandt.
By Townes Van Zandt I'll play upon my violin Until the mountains ring Of lonely laughter blindly thrown And cause an endless sark of strings
answers don't seem easy and I'm wonderin' if they could be Related: Townes Van Zandt Lyrics Townes Van Zandt High, Low and In Between Lyrics
hat and silver skates Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star Can't
by Townes Van Zandt Well, I ain't very big for twentyone and it seems I never could have any good clean fun cause every time I'd go outside some
at least half alright Sitting on the porch playing Townes Van Zandt play guitar to burn off the hours 'Til we climb the fences at the edge of town
half alright Sitting on the porch playing Townes Van Zandt play guitar to burn off the hours Till we climb the fences at the edge of town and paint our
joined a hippie band He was directed by gus van zandt We'd like to think he'd have joined the smartipantz Co-starred with flea and keanu We didn't know
Zandt's songs Something about Mudd and Gold a-gamblin' But I'm still walking down the lost highway Doing what it takes to make my way Knowing that I got
saviors Townes Van Zandt, he died to soon But now he's up there with Hank And they're both fightin' the Nashville Blues Well the songwriting's left
on Friday You buys a little something for yourself And the van that comes around weekends Selling fancy city things Sold by the man in the trilby hat
woke up and got wise I ain't gonna be, ain't gonna be no fool no more Now Van, now Van Ain't gonna be nobody's body's fool no more Sing the song Van
A song ease your lonely Let my words take your hand Let me kiss your rose pedals for you and golden van Let me point out the birds that fly only
again, yeah Destination: Nowhere Near I sit in my room and play a punk rock song on my folk guitar Remember when the van broke down and our shit
Combat boots and a scratched up record Signed by the hero of long ago A pair of vans and some torn up blue jeans This is his world, that's what he
lipstick traces on her mug. We watched each other closely She looks like Bela Lugosi, She asked me for a ride home I felt around for my comb, And in
Under some dirty words on a dirty wall Eating takeout by myself I played the shows Got back in the van and put the Walkman on And you were
He woke up in the back of the van Five in the mornin' With the rest of the band Waitin' for sunrise He picked up his old guitar With five
And computer terminals report some gains On the values of copper and tin While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs For the price of a hospital wing
sticks to my shirt. Eight people in a stinky van, A couple more couldn't hurt. Eat some food off the floor. I've developed a taste for bread mold.
I don?t mind working I don?t mind drinking When I need to unwind And I like listening to a Country song on a Friday night I?m a welder in the shop
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! The multitudes, they flocked and thronged, To hear the music and the songs. Motorbikes and Hi-ace vans, With bottles -
child for he was concived in a foghat concert in the third row during the song slow ride knowing that she was pregnet scared the bejesus out of Fred cause
down to San Antone. Long as we're back by sunrise, We can make us a memory of Nashville tonight. And then I'll write you a song. You might hear it
Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- thinkin bout some days gone by how Time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile