Lyrics:
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
and zydeco bands
I'm like B-side Townes Van Zandt
I'm always speaking my mind
When I'm better off biting my tongue
I'm a bad joke at the wrong time
Hell,
hat and silver skates
Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ
Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar
Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star
Can't
tight-rope-walker who called herself the queen of Poughkeepsie
Who ran away from the circus with some roustabout redneck gypsy
They were Townes Van Zandt fans
Life without Susanna started when Townes Van Zandt died
From that day on she hid out undercover
Her Percocet and cigarette along for the ride
Townes Van Zandt took a hold of my hand
So I wouldn't feel alone
I just can't feel alone
It could be a creation of my own
So I don't feel so alone
I
and of pain
Full of beauty and desire rushing like the Rio Grande
The late great Townes Van Zandt
I’m pretty sure he saw it coming I bet that he did know
Like
loud
Daddy was a rockstar ridin' on a tractor, listenin' to Townes Van Zandt
I was five years old with a hairbrush microphone, growin' up in Radioland
you’ve got everywhere to be but here.
It’s hard to do the show with someone watching
while you try to tell them how you feel inside.
When Townes Van Zandt
rant and recant
If I put on any records
It’ll be Townes Van Zandt
Cause tonight, you can’t make me dance
Ain’t gonna go to no club
Under no circumstance
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
friend Townes Van Zandt
I'd like to live in Pennsylvania my days in Maine I'd like to spend
Yes I'd like to go up north and find some peace of mind
Yes I'd
LIKE A SUMMER THURSDAY
(Townes Van Zandt)
Her face was crystal
Fair and fine
Her breath was morning
Her lips were wine
Her eyes were laughter
Her
COME TOMORROW
(Townes Van Zandt)
Could it be the season's changin'
The winds of winter rearranging
All the leaves like fallin' queens of sorrow
one's for Willie
And this is for the great Townes Van Zandt
And this one's for steve earle, if there was any justice in this world
He'd be the king
butcher's hand
You who sing Townes Van Zandt
Like you understand everything
Tune your violin
Play for me
Penelope
rant and recant
If I put on any record
It'll be Townes Van Zandt
Cause tonight, you can't make me dance
Ain't gonna go to no club
Under no circumstance
Townes Van Zandt would have told you
You better keep that music clean
I like to hear that outlaw country
Like o'l David Allan Coe
Hear some music with
Townes Van Zandt, Zeppelin, Lynyrd Skynyrd
Harry Chapin, Guy Clark and Van Halen
I got Rita, Kris, Keith Sykes and Country Joe when he was singin' with
REX’S BLUES
(Townes Van Zandt)
Ride the blue wind high and free
She'll lead you down through misery
Leave you low come time to go
Alone and low
LUNGS
(Townes Van Zandt)
Won't you lend your lungs to me mine are collapsing
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe up the time that's passing
Breath
You said "hey play some Townes Van Zandt" and smiled and changed the tune
To a soft sweet folk song written on the highway 'neath the moon
For if I
you said was so positively good for you?
And the Townes Van Zandt records that you were looking for
did you find them at last?
You always did have tons
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