Lyric Townes Blues

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