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Two girls
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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.
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Two girls
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| Townes Van Zandt |
