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By townes van zandt |
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Well, the clouds didn't look like cotton |
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They didn't even look like clouds |
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I was underneath the weather |
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My friends looked a crowd |
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The swimmin' hole was full of rum |
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I tried to find out why |
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All i learned was this my friend |
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You got to swim before you fly |
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I got two girls |
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One's in heaven and one's below |
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Oh, one i love with all my heart |
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And one i do not know. |
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Two lonesome dudes on an ugly horse |
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Passed by not long ago |
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They asked me where the action was |
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I said i did not know |
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As they disappeared into the brush |
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I heard the driver say |
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He's a little slow between the ears |
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He's always been that way. |
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Jolly jane just lays around |
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And listens with her mouth |
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She's had about a dozen husbands |
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But the last one pulled out |
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Now, who's gonna bring her dinner |
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Through the weary years ahead |
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All she'll get from me is sympathy |
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Got no time to see she's fed. |
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It's cold down on the bayou |
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They say it's in your mind |
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But the moccasins are treadin' ice |
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And leavin strange designs |
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Cajuns say the last time |
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That this happend they weren't here |
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All beaumont's full of penguins |
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And i'm a-playin' it by ear. |
