written by Guy Clark
11/19/05
NOTE: The song is spoken all the way thru.
INTRO: D
Why hello there little lady,
I’m just a lonesome guitar picker
You’d never know from the
way I look I’m an e
ducated man
I got the music in my blood little lady,
makes me ramble ‘cross the land
Troubles on my
mind, this old gu
itar in my hand
I left my home and family,
I wasn’t much more than a child
I don’t count the towns no
more,
sure don’t count the miles
I guess I’ll never have a home,
’least ways not your kind
I just stopped
here in this bar to try to bring some
peace of mind
BREAK: C G D
Well I usually play for my drinks and tips,
’cept when I play for free
This old g
uitar and a bag of songs, that’s ‘
bout all there is to me
Little lady if you don’t mind,
I think I’ll make a song for you
I’ll sing it down the
road somewhere, t
hat’s the most that I can do
Lord the music just won’t turn me loose,
it’s a curse to be this kind
Little lady you’ll
never know,
the comfort that I find
In just talkin’ to someone like you in this bar a
long the way
You sure ain’t the usual kind
that I find to bri
ghten up my day
BREAK: C G D
And tonight when I lay down along some road
to try to sleep
Just a
memory in your treasure
chest is a
ll that you may keep
No wait now, I got more than that to give,
it’s this locket made of gold
My mother gave it to me m
a’am, now it’s
yours to hold
Na, don’t try to thank me,
do I need a place to stay
Well
thank you little lady,
why don’t we pick up a
bottle along the way
OUTRO: C G D
