The Ballad Of Rex Close

Hes a restless soul.
Hes made a mess of himself again.
Hes got bugs in his brain
and bourbon drippin off his chin
No matter what you say
there just aint no tellin him.

And hes bound to the road though
it aint his only friend.
Yeah, he lives in his head
and he sleeps where he lands.

Oh, and dont look now man,
but there he goes again.

Yeah, so its off to the races,
catch him if you can.
Hes got a hundred faces and
a lightening bolt in his hand.
Yeah, hes a live wire and a
free-wheelin one man band.
Hes gonna play all night.
Hes gonna lift em right off of their feet.
Hes gonna shake the ground
until the stripes jump off the street.
Yeah, hes a rodeo clown and
walkin catastrophe.
So much larger than life
and he dont know what he should be.

Yeah, you know friends, no matter what you
hear, it dont always own up to what you see.

And that boy has got his eye on the prize
and a head full of wild ideas.

Folks are always sayin,
Lord, that livin is going to do him in.
But he dont pay em no mind,
cause none of them can live his life but him.
No he dont pay em no mind.
cause none of them walked a mile in his skin
Yeah, you know, no matter what you think
everyone lives their life on the mend.

Yeah I like that one