Lyrics
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 openin' 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 to get paid
Yes, we're 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 (aah good boy)
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