Townes Blues — текст песни (cowboy junkies)

Youre clean as a widow womans washboard, son,

Stick it in the wind

Put the mountains to your back

The great plains on your grille

Time to take a little spin

Boulder looks like the type of town

That I could spend some time,

But in houston they got our name in lights

Youre clean as a widow womans washboard, son,

The slab is yours tonight



Townes is in the back lounge

With his hands in his pocket

Pulls out two dice and says, lets get at it



Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor,

Al drops another twenty, pete heads for the door,

Springers feeling lucky, sits down for a spell,

Oklahoma city and hes lost his last bill

Jeff is in a bind waiting on sister hicks

Seven comes a-calling

As we cross on into texas



Townes is in the back lounge

With a fist full of fives

He says, its a little bit long

But Im enjoying this ride



Be careful with the dice

When youre surrounded by others

With boxcars in their eyes

Never count your winnings at hour 23

Of a 24-hour drive

Remember that youre not the one

Calling the tune

Thats making those diamonds dance

Or youll be clean as

A widow womans washboard, son,

And those are the facts



Townes is in the back lounge cursing at them bones

He says, aint this fool ever heard of raton