(feat. Jerry Jeff Walker)
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the

Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack

Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star state



And I was young enough

To think I was good enough to be his opening act

And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke

And counted one, two, three

And I knew right there just breathing his air

What I wanted to be



Buckaroos and jaded lovers

L.A. freeway and redneck mother

Mothers who had raised a son so well

Talking outlawed, long hair loners and stoners

Singing about to come back home and

Most likely too far gone to get there



Hey, Kix, that was 76

That was just enough beer to get us through the set

And get as high as our crowd

We got 700 miles Jerry, we gotta go

You're out of your mind; you'll never make it on time

Why not just have another round



Oh, we were trying get paid

Just trying to get laid

Living on love

Sleeping on the stage

Just turn another page

Never thinking we'd ever grow up



Buckaroos and jaded lovers

L.A. freeway and redneck mother

Mothers who had raised a son so well

Talking outlawed, long hair loners and stoners

Singing about to come back home and

Most likely too far gone to get there



Well, the way I recall the 70's

We were down in Austin and the establishment were

Saying we were wasting our time

The next thing I know

We were making more money than we could count

We're all being sued by the IRS

And having more fun than the law allowed



Yeah, I'm talking loners and stoners

And sing about to come back home

And most likely too far gone to get there.

Yeah, they were all most likely too far gone to get there



Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the

Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack

Tools of the trade son