By townes van zandt
Hey mama, when you leave
Dont leave a thing behind
I dont want nothin
I cant use nothin
Take care into the hall
And if you see my friends
Tell them Im fine
Not using nothin
Almost burned out my eyes
Threw my ears down to the floor
I didnt see nothin
I didnt hear nothin
I stood there like a block of stone
Knowin all I had to know
And nothin more
Man, thats nothin
As brothers our troubles are
Locked in each others arms
And you better pray
They never find you
Your back aint strong enough
For burdens doublefold
Theyd 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