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No deal
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by Townes Van Zandt
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Now this man down at the used car lot
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tried to sell me four wheels and a trunk.
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I said, "Man, there is no engine!",
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he said, "The engine's just a bunch of junk.
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You don't need no engine to go downhill
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and I could plainly see, that that's the direction
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you're headed in", and he handed me the keyes.
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(I said) No deal; you can't sell this stuff to me
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No deal, I'm going back to Tennesee
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Well, I went to a doctor of the highest order,
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he said I couldn't have a drink for a year.
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One glass of wine on my birthday
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if my birthday wasn't too very near.
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Lord, he must have put me in a state of shock
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'cause I made it for about two weeks;
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then he sent me a bill
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that knocked me flat off the wagon
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and back down on my feet.
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When true love knocked upon my door
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she'd just barely turned fifteen
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and I was a little bit nervous
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if you know just what I mean.
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But I've heard somewhere
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that true love conquers all
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and I figured that was that
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then I started having dreams 'bout
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being chased out of town
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wearing nothing but my cowboy hat.
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Well, I come through this life a stumbler, my friends
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I expect to die that way
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it could be twenty years from now
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it could be most any day.
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But if there is no whiskey and women, Lord,
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behind them heavenly doors
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I'm gonna take my chances down below,
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and of that you can be sure.
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No deal
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| Townes Van Zandt |
