Townes Van Zandt - Talking Thunderbird Blues Lyrics
By townes van zandtAmong the strangest things I ever heardWas when a friend of mine said man, lets get some thunderbirdI said whats that? he just started to grinSlobbered on his shirt, his eyes got dimHe said you got fifty-nine cents?I said yeah, I got a dollar, but dont be a smart-aleckI aint gonna spend it on no indian relicAnd he said thunderbirds not an old indian trinket,Its a wine, man, you take it home and drink it.I said it sure dont sound like wine to meAnd he said hed bet me the change from my dollarWe hustled on down to the nearest u-tate-umThe guy wanted my id, I whipped her out and showed himHe got a green bottle from the freezing vaultMy friend started doing backward somersaultsThrough the cottage cheeseTook it back to his house, started drinkinPretty soon I set in to thinkinMan, this thunderbird tastes yummy, yummy, yummyAnd I know its doing good things to my tummy, tum..., t...Its so you reason when your on that crapGot a few more bottles, chugged them downI pulled myself up off the groundDecided I go see my dearest sweet wifeWho met me at the door with a carving knifeSaid get them damn grape peel from between your teeth.I could see were gonna have a little misunderstandingI said dear, I better get in touch with you laterShe said forget it, man, youre never touchin me again!Now Ive seen the light and heard the wordAnd Im staying away from that ol dirty thunderbirdA message come from heaven radiant, and fine,All I drink now is communion wineSix days a week
