 Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs
On his way to the stage
With a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah, and he was the poet of the Lone Star state
And I was young enough to think I was good enough
To be his openin' act
And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke
And counted one, two, three
And I knew right there, just breathin' his air
What I wanted to be
Buckaroos and jaded lovers
L.A. freeway and redneck mother
Mothers who had raised a son so well
Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner's
Singin' about to come back home and
Most likely too far gone to get there
Hey, Kix, that was 76
That was just enough beer to get us through the set
And get as high as our crowd
We got seven hundred miles, Jerry, we gotta go
Yeah, you're out of your mind, you'll never make it on time
Why not just have another round
Oh, we were tryin' to get paid, just tryin' to get laid
Livin' on love
Sleepin' on the stage, just turn another page
Never thinkin' we'd ever grow up, oh yeah
Buckaroos and jaded lovers
L.A. freeway and redneck mother
Mothers who had raised a son so well
Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner's
Singin' about to come back home and
Most likely too far gone to get there
Well, the way I recall the 70's
We were down in Austin and the establishment were sayin'
We were wastin' our time
Next thing I know we were makin' more money
Than we could count them
We're all bein' sued by the IRS
Havin' more fun than the law allowed
Yeah, I'm talkin' loners and stoner's
And singin' about to come back home and
Most likely too far gone to get there
Yeah, they were most likely too far gone to get there
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs
On his way to the stage
With a Martin guitar and a six pack
Tools of the trade, son
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