The Old Mother's Locket Trick (Remastered for Buddha - October 31, 2000)
Why hello there little lady
I'm just a lonesome guitar picker
you'll never know from the way I look that
I'm an educated man
I got the music in my blood little lady
makes me ramble across the land
troubles on my mind
this old guitar in my hand
I left my home and family
I wasn't much more than a child
I don't count the towns no more
sure don't count the miles
I gues I'll never have a home
least ways not your kind
I just stopped here in this bar
to try to drink some peace of mind
why I uselly play for my drinks and tips
except when I playing for free
this old guitar and a bag of songs
thats about all there is to me
little lady if you don't mind
I think I'll make a song for you
I'll sing it down the road somewhere
it's the most that I can do
lord the music just won't turn me loose
It's a curse to be this kind
little lady you'll never know the comfort that I find
in just talking to someone like you
in this bar along the way
you sure ain't the useual kind
I find to brighten up my day
and tonight when I lay down
along some road to try to sleep
just a memory and your treasure chest
is all you may keep
no wait now
I got more than that to give
its this locket made of gold
my mother gave it to me mam
now its yours to hold
no don't try to thank me
do I need a place to stay
thank you little lady
why don't we pick up a bottle
on the way
compositores: Guy Clark
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