A Semi Reformed Tequila Crazed Gypsy Looks Back, II (2023 Remaster)

I went to Louisiana
I said tell me where I am tonight
I just said goodbye to Howard Hughes
And my head ain't feelin' right
Why do you want to make me bleed
Just to fill your pockets for memories?
I guess I'll book on down to Baltimore
And sing an old Virginia song

I spent forty days cooped up inside
'Cause outside it was pourin' rain
It had been too long since I was up in the air
For a ride in Gordon Hall's plane
And then the fool on my shoulder persuaded me
To take my travelin' shoes from the shelf
To head on out, cover some ground
Maybe spend a little time with myself

'Cause I'm a semi-reformed tequila crazed
Gypsy lookin' back
And I lit out one sunny day
With just the shirt on my back
Tryin' my best to fill my belly with bread
And my backpack full of song
Ridin' that rail, hopin' that it's goin'
Far and long

Now I've smoked some grass, I've been coarse and crass
And I've been on my ass a lot
I've quaffed tequila by the fishbowl, mister
And I don't regret a drop
And though I like to sing and dance a lot
In old saloons and bars
I'll probably spend more time now
Somewhere beneath the stars

'Cause I'm a semi-reformed tequila crazed
Gypsy lookin' back
And I've been searchin' for my pot of gold
At the end of the railroad tracks
Across purple mountain majesties
And primeval forests green
East coast, west coast, north, or south
There's not much I haven't seen

Well, old Charles Hopper played quite the host
When I found him down under the bridge
I promised to drink him a Texan's toast
When I got back home to Eustis Ridge
Snuggled by some campfire
When the moon is on the hay
On some warm fall night when you'd like to write
But there's nothing you can say

For a semi-reformed tequila crazed
Gypsy lookin' back
Returning home to tell a story or two
To kick my feet up and just relax
Staring out beyond the mountaintops
Knowing that it won't be long
Till that old north wind stirs my travelin' bone
And sets me back to movin' on