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, youre out of your mind, youll 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 wed 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 70s
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
Were all bein sued by the IRS
Havin more fun than the law allowed

Yeah, Im 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