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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,
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.
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
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
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
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
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
hat and silver skates
Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ
Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar
Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star
Can't
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
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
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
and whisky, passing hand to hand
Rhymes reach deep, styles advanced
It's like Townes Van Zandt meets the Wu Tang Clan
God damn. Everybody here got skills
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
the night is over
Dance with the lights on
Maybe when we both get sober, then
Teenage lollies, Townes Van Zandt
Day dreamin' Homer at the power plant
She
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
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
a ride down memory lane tonight
Yall get your whiskeys and raise em high
Heres to every shooting star that never got to shine
Its guys like Townes Van
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
En sexa gin och lite högre gitarr
Det är egentligen allt jag behöver
En mörkrostad slät och en Townes van Zandt-sång
Det är egentligen allt jag vill
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
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
damned up songs
And I can't hardly bring myself to go out anymore
Give me something real, won't you give me something from your heart
Give me Townes Van
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
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