Lyrics:
were blue,
Her lips as red as wine,
And he smiled to gaze upon her,
Did that sly, bold Reynardine.
She said, "Kind sir, be civil,
My company
were blue,
Her lips as red as wine,
And he smiled to gaze upon her,
Did that sly, bold Reynardine.
She said, "Kind sir, be civil,
My company
Qualudes with the evening roast
Assorted snorts of powder in between
I don't think a day's gone by
That I wasn't drunk or high
It's the only way I keep
Busted flat it Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
Took us
were blue,
Her lips as red as wine,
And he smiled to gaze upon her,
Did that sly, bold Reynardine.
She said, "Kind sir, be civil,
My company
this far
Oh but me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime
By a mad dog, runaway red-silver streamline...train
Ah London you're a lady
Laid out before my eyes
Your heart of gold it pulses
Between your scarred up thighs
Your eyes are full of sadness
Red
Headed south and I didn't look back
I rode the wind off the beaten track
I tried runnin' from the thought of you
Hunted down by what I know is true
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
to flick it for Instagram pictures
I'm drunk so my eyes all red in the pictures
I'm outta place, bozo face in the pictures
Spread love, crew love, shit,
We don't talk, we don't touch
I ain't yours, you ain't my crutch
I don't get drunk and just drop by
But I almost do, almost every night
You'll
my fault
After school snack syrup and fo' pieces of bread
Granddaddy why yo' eyes so God damn red?
"Got a real soft ass and a hard-ass head
Better
Hear my voice where you are
Take a train, steal a car
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me
Catch a plane, catch a breeze
On your hands,
those who ride with death above the clicking wheels of trains
Trains
What became of the innocence
They had in childhood games
Painted red or blue
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
harp pretty good
hustled up a little dough
but I got drunk and I woke up rolled
a couple of months ago
they got my harp and they got my dollar
them
pretty good
Hustled up a little dough
But I got drunk and I woke up rolled
A couple of months ago
They got my harp and they got my dollar
Them low
over the red brick houses
And for chillers and thrillers
I train giant gorillas
To chase mamas and papas
Clippety-cloppety
Thumping their breasts
against the wrong man cause Hardin' wouldn't run
He rode in like a Texas wind took the eastbound train
Goin' goin' with Jane Bowen till the law men
She wore red shoes by the drugstore
As the rain splashed the nickel
Spilled like chablis along the midway
There's a little blue jay
In a red
face lit up to the rockets red glare
By September she'd asked him for a wedding band
How could she know he was a ramblin' man
He walked out the door
haul freight train
Burnt by fire
Without trial like a stowaway
And don't say you're over me
When they all know that you ain't
If you lay down
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
at all
There's no exit
Jumped a train in Italy
On her way to gay Paris
Down in the Loire Valley
She got sho drunk she couldn't see
Stumblin' through
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