Chorus Well it's a nickel for the fiddler. It's a nickel for his tune. It's a nickel for the tambourine kind of afternoon. And it's a high holiday
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
I'm gonna leave Texarkana I'm goin' down to Louisiana I'm gonna try my luck in Baton Rouge I'm gonna follow ol red river down Till I see the lights of
Oh a time there was I was feelin' so hopeless It's a wonder I didn't cave in I kept throwing love at all the wrong people Never to see it again.
Standing at the window her face to the glass As far as she can see the time has come to pass As far as she can see the sky is all ablaze And this looks
I wish I had a dime for every bad time but the bad times always seem to keep the change You been all alone so you know what I'm sayin' so when all you
Chorus Black Diamond Strings Black Diamond Strings Drinkin? 1 W. Harper Playin? Black Diamond Strings Black Diamond Strings Are like white flour
Now broken hearted people always seem to drink and tryin' to drown those sorrows ain't as easy as you think But living with a liar is a hard old way
He's a black haired boy of some confusion and he makes no excuse for the things that he's usin' He's gentle and wild and a child of the mountain his
Sometimes a loser Sometimes a hero This is a lonely captain's story Sword and a pistol by his side Chorus Do Lord oh do remember him Yes, yes
William Butler Yeats in jeans Got up to play guitar and sing In some join in Mission Beach last night At the door sat Tom Waits In a pork pie hat
When I was a young man my daddy told me A lesson he learned, it was a long time ago If you want to have someone to hold onto You're gonna have to
I played the Red River Valley. He'd sit in the kitchen and cry. Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. "I wonder, Lord, has every well I
It's time for a change I'm tired of that same ol same The same ol words the same ol lines The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes Days precious days
I played the Red River Valley He'd sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, why has every well
Don't be a stranger If you're looking for a friend If you want an even break You've got to learn to bend You don't have a song If you don't know
Baby don't let em' blow smoke up your dress Don't let em' break your heart Don't start thinkin' that life's a mess You've done just fine so far And
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'
