by Townes Van Zandt
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Hey mama, when you leave
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don't leave a thing behind
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I don't want nothin'
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I can't use nothin'
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Take care into the hall
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and if you see my friends
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tell them I'm fine
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not using nothin'
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Almost burned out my eyes
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threw my ears down to the floor
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I didn't see nothin'
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I didn't hear nothin'
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I stood there like a block of stone
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knowin' all I had to know
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and nothin' more
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man, that's nothin'
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As brothers our troubles are
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locked in each others arms
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and you better pray
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they never find you
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Your back ain't strong enough
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for burdens doublefold
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they'd crush you down
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down into nothin'
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Being born is going blind
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and buying down a thousand times
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to echoes strung
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on pure temptation
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Sorrow and solitude
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these are the precious things
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and the only words
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that are worth rememberin'
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Nothin'
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| Townes Van Zandt |
