Chorus Well it's a nickel for the fiddler. It's a nickel for his tune. It's a nickel for the tambourine kind of afternoon. And it's a high holiday
I wish I had a dime for every bad time but the bad times always seem to keep the change You been all alone so you know what I'm sayin' so when all you
Now broken hearted people always seem to drink and tryin' to drown those sorrows ain't as easy as you think But living with a liar is a hard old way
He's a black haired boy of some confusion and he makes no excuse for the things that he's usin' He's gentle and wild and a child of the mountain his
I played the Red River Valley. He'd sit in the kitchen and cry. Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. "I wonder, Lord, has every well I
Who walked out when the times got hard When the truck broke down in the whole front yard It wasn't me, it wasn't you Who shot pool all night long Wound
Pack up all your dishes. Make note of all good wishes. Say goodbye to the landlord for me. That son of a bitch has always bored me. Throw out them
I found comfort and courage from bottles of whiskey. I swear to you friends these old high times sure seem risky. I have backed away gently from those
Well, he was wino, tried and true. Done about everything there is to do. He worked on freighters, an' he'd worked in bars. He worked on farms, an' he
Hooray for the drinkin' warm red wine On a day both bright and fair Hooray for the layin' and playin' a tune On the sunlight through your hair, your
He washed all the road dirt from his face and from his neck And sat down at her table and she picked up his check. And she took him home for reasons
She could dance that slow Uvalde Shuffle to some cowboy hustle How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered
Standin' on the gone side of leavin'. She found a thumb and stuck it in the breeze. She'll take anything that's goin' close to somewhere. She can
I'm going down to Austin, Texas I'm going down to save my soul Get that bar-b-que and chili Eat my fill then come back home I'm gonna take my baby with
Now bein' six years old, I had seen some trains before, so it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for. Trains are big and black and smokin' -
Here comes Martha runnin' down the pier looks like Captain Flint is here You get the bow and I get the stern Lord would you look at that Laverne Old
The old gunfighter on the porch stared into the sun and relived the days of living by the gun when deadly games of pride were played and living was
And that old time feelin' goes sneakin' down the hall, Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall. And that old time feelin' comes stumblin
