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Talking thunderbird blues
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by Townes Van Zandt
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Among the strangest things I ever heard
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was when a friend of mine said "Man, let's get some thunderbird"
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I said "What's that?" he just started to grin
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slobbered on his shirt, his eyes got dim
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he said "You got fifty-nine cents?"
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I said "Yeah, I got a dollar, but don't be a smart-aleck
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I ain't gonna spend it on no indian relic"
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and he said "Thunderbird's not an old indian trinket,
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it's a wine, man, you take it home and drink it."
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I said "It sure don't sound like wine to me"
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and he said he'd bet me the change from my dollar
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We hustled on down to the nearest U-Tate-Um
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the guy wanted my ID, I whipped her out and showed him
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he got a green bottle from the freezing vault
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my friend started doing backward somersaults
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through the cottage cheese
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Took it back to his house, started drinkin'
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pretty soon I set in to thinkin'
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"Man, this thunderbird tastes yummy, yummy, yummy
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and I know it's doing good things to my tummy, tum..., t..."
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it's so you reason when your on that crap
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Got a few more bottles, chugged them down
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I pulled myself up off the ground
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decided I go see my dearest sweet wife
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who met me at the door with a carving knife
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said "Get them damn grape peel from between your teeth."
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I could see we're gonna have a little misunderstanding
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I said "Dear, I better get in touch with you later"
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She said "Forget it, man, you're never touchin' me again!"
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Now I've seen the light and heard the word
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and I'm staying away from that ol' dirty thunderbird
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a message come from heaven radiant, and fine,
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all I drink now is communion wine
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six days a week
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Talking thunderbird blues
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| town van zandt |
