Rex's Blues / Ft. Worth Blues - Live
It's a Townes Van Zandt song
Ride the blue wind, high and free
She'll lead you down to misery
Leave you low, come time to go
Alone and low as low can be
If I had a nickel, I'd find a game
If I won a dollar, I'd make it rain
If it rained an ocean, I'd drink it dry
Or lay me down dissatisfied
And this legs to walk and thoughts to fly
Eyes to laugh and lips to cry
And a restless tongue to classify
All born to grow and grown to die
I'm chained upon the face of time
Feelin' full of foolish rhyme
Ain't no dark until something shines
I'm bound to leave this dark behind
So tell my mama, I done no wrong
Tell my baby, I said so long
Tell my brother to watch his own
I'll tell my friends to mourn me none
Ride the blue wind, high and free
She'll lead you down to misery
Leave you low, come time to go
Alone and low as low can be
Alone and low as low can be
All alone and low as low can be
Fort Worth, all the neon's burnin' bright
Pretty lights, red and blue
But they'd shut down all the honky tonks tonight
And say a prayer or two, if they only knew
How you always said the highway was your home
And we both know and that ain't true
It's just the only place that we can go
When we don't know where we're going to
And Colorado's always clean and healin'
And Tennessee in spring is green and cool
It never really was your kind of town
But you went around with the Forth Worth blues
Somewhere up above the great divide
Where the sky is wide, the clouds are few
And a man can see his way clear to the light
Just hold on tight, that's all you gotta do
And they say Texas weather's always changin'
One thing change'll bring is somethin' new
Ah, Houston really ain't that bad a town
So you hang around with the Fort Worth blues
There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight
A silver light over green and blue
Every time I travel through, I find
Some kinda sign that you've been through
And Amsterdam was always good for grieving
London never fails to leave me blue
And Paris realy ain't my kinda town
So I just walked around with the Fort Worth blues
See you when I get there, maestro
Ride the blue wind, high and free
She'll lead you down to misery
Leave you low, come time to go
Alone and low as low can be
If I had a nickel, I'd find a game
If I won a dollar, I'd make it rain
If it rained an ocean, I'd drink it dry
Or lay me down dissatisfied
And this legs to walk and thoughts to fly
Eyes to laugh and lips to cry
And a restless tongue to classify
All born to grow and grown to die
I'm chained upon the face of time
Feelin' full of foolish rhyme
Ain't no dark until something shines
I'm bound to leave this dark behind
So tell my mama, I done no wrong
Tell my baby, I said so long
Tell my brother to watch his own
I'll tell my friends to mourn me none
Ride the blue wind, high and free
She'll lead you down to misery
Leave you low, come time to go
Alone and low as low can be
Alone and low as low can be
All alone and low as low can be
Fort Worth, all the neon's burnin' bright
Pretty lights, red and blue
But they'd shut down all the honky tonks tonight
And say a prayer or two, if they only knew
How you always said the highway was your home
And we both know and that ain't true
It's just the only place that we can go
When we don't know where we're going to
And Colorado's always clean and healin'
And Tennessee in spring is green and cool
It never really was your kind of town
But you went around with the Forth Worth blues
Somewhere up above the great divide
Where the sky is wide, the clouds are few
And a man can see his way clear to the light
Just hold on tight, that's all you gotta do
And they say Texas weather's always changin'
One thing change'll bring is somethin' new
Ah, Houston really ain't that bad a town
So you hang around with the Fort Worth blues
There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight
A silver light over green and blue
Every time I travel through, I find
Some kinda sign that you've been through
And Amsterdam was always good for grieving
London never fails to leave me blue
And Paris realy ain't my kinda town
So I just walked around with the Fort Worth blues
See you when I get there, maestro
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Earle
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