(Michael Timmins)
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You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,
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stick it in the wind
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Put the mountains to your back
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the great plains on your grille
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time to take a little spin
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Boulder looks like the type of town
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that I could spend some time,
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but in Houston they got our name in lights
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You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,
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the slab is yours tonight
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Townes is in the back lounge
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with his hands in his pocket
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pulls out two dice and says, 'Let's get at it'
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Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor,
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Al drops another twenty, Pete heads for the door,
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Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for a spell,
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Oklahoma City and he's lost his last bill
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Jeff is in a bind waiting on sister hicks
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seven comes a-calling
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as we cross on into Texas
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Townes is in the back lounge
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with a fist full of fives
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he says, 'It's a little bit long
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but I'm enjoying this ride'
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Be careful with the dice
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when you're surrounded by others
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with boxcars in their eyes
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Never count your winnings at hour 23
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of a 24-hour drive
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Remember that you're not the one
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calling the tune
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that's making those diamonds dance
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or you'll be clean as
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a widow woman's washboard, son,
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and those are the facts
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Townes is in the back lounge cursing at them bones
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he says, 'Ain't this fool ever heard of Raton'
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Towne's Blues
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| Cowboy Junkies |
