She did not want to drive She did not want to fly She did not want to wait For a bus to come by She did not want to hassle She did not want to
Chorus Black Diamond Strings Black Diamond Strings Drinkin? 1 W. Harper Playin? Black Diamond Strings Black Diamond Strings Are like white flour
I wish I was in Austin In the Chili Parlour Bar Drinkin' Mad Dog Margaritas And not carin' where you are But here I sit in Dublin Just rollin'
Eight years old with flour sack cape Tied all around his neck He climbed up on the garage Figurin? what the heck He screwed his courage up so tight
I used to be Juanita's old boyfriend We sure gave 'em some stories to tell Now I can't even find her picture I guess I'm finally through foolin' myself
One man?s hawk is another man?s dove, one man?s hug is another man?s shove One man?s rock is another man?s sand, one man?s fist is another man?s hand
My father had a Randall knife My mother gave it to him When he went off to WWII To save us all from ruin If you've ever held a Randall knife Then you
I got an ol? blue shirt And it suits me just fine I like the way it feels So I wear it all the time I got an old guitar It won?t ever stay in tune
I threw a rock through your window Just to let you know I love you Just to let you know I care and I ain't scared To have you see how I feel I blew
Love is never gonna be a solid bet It?s kinda like workin? without a net Don?t be afraid to let your feelin?s out That?s what lovin? is all about
Well I wished I was in Austin, hmm, in the Chili Parlor Bar Drinkin' Mad Dog Margaritas and not carin' where you are Here I sit in Dublin, hmm, just rollin
I wish I was in Austin In the Chili Parlour Bar Drinkin' Mad Dog Margaritas And not carin' where you are But here I sit in Dublin Just rollin' cigarettes
Traduzione: Guy Clark. Dublino Blues.
