Listen to Townes' Blues song with lyrics from Cowboy Junkies

Townes' Blues

Cowboy Junkies15 Dec 2008

Townes' Blues Lyrics

Townes' Blues - Cowboy Junkies

You're clean as a widow woman's 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

 

You're clean as a widow woman's 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 'Let's get at it'

 

Salina in the headlights snake eyes on the floor

 

Al drops another twenty Pete heads for the door

 

Springer's feeling lucky sits down for a spell

Oklahoma City and he's 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 'It's a little bit long

But I'm enjoying this ride'

 

Be careful with the dice

When you're surrounded by others

 

With boxcars in their eyes

 

Never count your winnings at hour 23

 

Of a 24-hour drive

 

Remember that you're not the one

Calling the tune

That's making those diamonds dance

 

Or you'll be clean as

A widow woman's washboard son

 

And those are the facts

 

Townes is in the back lounge cursing at them bones

 

He says 'Ain't this fool ever heard of Raton'