Альбом Waylon Jennings

Come on now Willie don't look at me that way
I know you like a paperback book cause I've read every page
I know what you're thinkin' and I don't think you're thinkin' at all
This is old hoss that's you're talkin' to the one with the perfect recall

No I ain't going down on the border with you tonight
Drinking tequila taking chances on our lives
All the women are crazy they like to party till daylight
On second thought if I can find a clean shirt I might
( guitar )
Wait a minute Waylon I ain't said a thing about that
Sometimes I just like to wear my spurs and my old Mexican hat
But we sure had fun the last time that we were down there
And we woke up you had that weird tattoo and somebody had curled my hair

No I ain't going down on the border...
( horns )
All the women are crazy they like to party till daylight
On second thought if I can find a clean shirt I might

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Old age and treachery always overcomes youth and skill
Ain't too much that we won't do what Waylon won't Willie will
Even though we've spent our lives charging up the wrong side of the hill
Old age and treachery always overcomes youth and skill

Some people say that our get up and go's got up and gone
I don't know bout you Willie
But I can still jump as high I just can't stay that high that long
Even though we've spent our lives charging up the wrong side of the hill
Old age and treachery always overcomes youth and skill

Young bull says old bull let's run that heiffer down and have a ball
Let's make her squawl
Old bull says young bull let's just ease on adown and love 'em all

Old age and treachery always overcomes...

Rosie loves the raquet ball she won't do it but her sister will
Damn what'd you say that for
Ain't got a thing to do with this I know what you're tryin' to do
Your tryin' to get half a song
OK we'll put your name on it

You load the horses I'll pack the rigger
Let's tell 'em goodbye and walk out the door
One drink and one kiss can lead to too many
We ought to know cause we been there before

Eight hours of ridin' will put us in Houston
Two hours of sleep to make it or bust
Eight seconds of glory you stay in the money
And five year old whiskey to wash down the dust

That ain't no hill for a couple of climbers
That's all we ever intended to be
That ain't no hill for a couple of climbers
Two old sidewinders like you and me

Let's find us a place and a couple of ladies
Someone to lie to someone to trust
Someone who's impressed by a couple of outlaws
Who's gold plated trophies have turned into rust

Now we're damned near broke and we keep buyin' whiskey
Do you think they might settle for a bottle of wine
Well those two over there right there by the jukebox
Yours don't look back hoss but just look at mine

That ain't no hill for a couple of climbers...

He's a sad song singer he plays a gut-stringer
With vagabond fingers that follow his mind
To far away places he reaches for traces
And touches the faces he's long left behind

He'll keep you from knowing where he's been or going
You'll see the distance right there in his eyes
Just short of stealing he'll take your feelings
Pull at your heart strings till they come untied

Once was a woman who made him turn lonesome
Her memory turns over and over again
Like an old stallion who's longing for freedom
Trying to outrun the wind
( steel )
Well I've laughed with the sunshine cried with the rains
I've had some bad nights with the best of the blues
And I go on pretending with long haired women
I still get crazy when I think of you

Once was a woman who made him turn lonesome...

He's like an old stallion who's longing for freedom
Trying to outrun the wind

People sit around and they talk and talk
How their dreams all ended too soon
Guess they never hung out under the stars
Howling at the moon
I guess we're as different as nine and eight
I see it in a different light
I don't think much about the good ol' days
Just about the good ol' nights

Talk about the good times
Talk about the times when the times were right
You can keep the good ol' days I'll take the good ol' nights
( guitar )
They wanna go back to when a Cadillac
Didn't look like a Chevrolet
It mean't a lot to them but not a thing to me
I never owned one anyway
But a good looking woman and an old guitar
With both of them tuned just right
Well I don't think much about the good ol' days
Just about the good ol' nights

Talk about the good times...
You can keep the good ol' days I'll take the good ol' nights

Well I grew up lean and hungry I worked hard for my money
Said I'm gonna live my life the way I please
Spent some time on the road of life saw an angel once and the devil twice
I came across some things that I don't need

Like a cold hearted women whiskey in my water
And only one way out of a motel room
Payments on the Cadillac and too many questions
And old guitars that just won't stay in tune

You know there's good and bad breaks you learn from your mistakes
It's all in how you handle them do's and don'ts
A hillbilly boy is hard to convice wild and stubborn and not much sense
But I've got enough to know what I don't want

Like a cold hearted women whiskey in my water...
And old guitars that just won't stay in tune

Before you pack your suitcase call your mama
Up to now she's taught you all you need to know
Just look at me as kinda like your daddy
Teaching you the old rules of the road

You won't be no superstar tomorrow
You've got to take the time to pay your dues
When you start to feel at home out on the highway
You're damn sure qualified to sing the blues

Always send a big guy for the money
Don't give 'em no excuse to do you wrong
Even when you lose you're still the winner
At least you've got the making's of a song

Don't compromise your feelings when they matter
They'll come back to haunt you don't you know
The songs you sing today you'll sing tomorrow
If you don't give up the music for the show

Always send a big guy for the money...
At least you've got the making's of a song

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There's a road runs clear to the sky
Calls to my spirit calls to my heart
She's been a harbor a port in a storm
She's got one more sundown and one more dawn

Fiddles don't make violins
Motel rooms don't make homes
You can't turn water into wine
You can't make a rock from a rolling stone
( guitar )
You'd be a liar if you said you'd changed
There's a river of freedom running through your veins
But she'll be there in your heart and your mind
Till the last song fades and the music dies

Fiddles don't make violins...
You can't make a rock from a rolling stone