by Townes Van Zandt
Hey mama, when you leave
don`t leave a thing behind
I don`t want nothin`
I can`t use nothin`
Take care into the hall
and if you see my friends
tell them I`m fine
not using nothin`
Almost burned out my eyes
threw my ears down to the floor
I didn`t see nothin`
I didn`t hear nothin`
I stood there like a block of stone
knowin` all I had to know
and nothin` more
man, that`s nothin`
As brothers our troubles are
locked in each others arms
and you better pray
they never find you
Your back ain`t strong enough
for burdens doublefold
they`d crush you down
down into nothin`
Being born is going blind
and buying down a thousand times
to echoes strung
on pure temptation
Sorrow and solitude
these are the precious things
and the only words
that are worth rememberin`