The Ballad Of Jerry Jeff Walker

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