Towne`s Blues — текст песни (cowboy junkies)

(Michael Timmins)

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`