Cowboy Junkies - Townes' Blues Lyrics
Youre clean as a widow womans washboard, son,Stick it in the windPut the mountains to your backThe great plains on your grilleTime to take a little spinBoulder looks like the type of townThat I could spend some time,But in houston they got our name in lightsYoure clean as a widow womans washboard, son,The slab is yours tonightTownes is in the back loungeWith his hands in his pocketPulls out two dice and says, lets get at itSalina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor,Al drops another twenty, pete heads for the door,Springers feeling lucky, sits down for a spell,Oklahoma city and hes lost his last billJeff is in a bind waiting on sister hicksSeven comes a-callingAs we cross on into texasTownes is in the back loungeWith a fist full of fivesHe says, its a little bit longBut Im enjoying this rideBe careful with the diceWhen youre surrounded by othersWith boxcars in their eyesNever count your winnings at hour 23Of a 24-hour driveRemember that youre not the oneCalling the tuneThats making those diamonds danceOr youll be clean asA widow womans washboard, son,And those are the factsTownes is in the back lounge cursing at them bonesHe says, aint this fool ever heard of raton
