Live at the Old Quarter

Living on the road my friend Was gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron Your breath's as hard as kerosene You weren't your mama's only boy But her favorite one it seems She began to cry when you said goodbye And sank into your

Rex's Blues (Townes Van Zandt) Ride the blue wind high and free She'll lead you down through misery Leave you low, come time to go Alone and low as low can be If I had a nickel I'd find a game If I won a dollar I'd make it rain If it rained an ocean