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1. Somedays You Write the Song 7.Hollywood
2.The Guitar 8.Eamon
3.Hemingway’s Whiskey 9.Wrong Side of the Tracks
4.The Coat 10.One Way Ticket Down
5.All She Wants Is You 11.Maybe I Can Paint Over That
6.If I Needed You   




Somedays You Write The Song
Guy Clark
It’s just one of those days you can’t explain When nothing’s right or wrong Too much wine or not enough So you just play along. There’s no rhyme or reason Ain’t a damn thing you can do Some days you write the song Some days the song writes you. Your sure voice and melody Will sing my soul to sleep Reaching for some harmony Deep inside of me Some days you know just how it goes Some days you have no clue. Some days you write the song Some days the song writes you. You can fall You can fly Get low down or get high You can try or just leave it alone. You can search for the way You can curse, you can pray But the words have a way of their own. It don’t matter how much it hurts You’ve got to tell the truth. Some days you write the song Some days the song writes you. Now you may think I just made this up But I would not lie, that’s true Some days you write the song Some days the song writes you. [Thanks to Mark for lyrics]




The Guitar
Guy Clark / Verlon Thompson Well, I was passing by a pawn shop In an older part of town Something caught my eye And I stopped and turned around I stepped inside and there I spied In the middle of it all Was a beat up old guitar Hanging on the wall. What do you want for that piece of junk I asked the old man He just smiled and took it down and he put it in my hand He said you tell me what it's worth You're the one who wants it Turn it up, play a song And let's just see what haunts it So I hit a couple of cords In my old country way of strumming And then my fingers turned to lightning Man.. I never heard it coming It was like I always knew it I just don't know where I learned it It wasn't nothin' but the truth So I just reared back and burned it Well I lost all track of time There was nothing I couldn't pick Up and down the neck I never missed a lick The guitar almost played itself There was nothing I could do It was getting hard to tell Just who was playing who When I finally put it down I couldn't catch my breath My hands were shaking And I was scared to death The old man finally got up Said where in the hell you been I've been waiting all these years For you to stumble in Then he took down an old dusty case Said go on and pack it up You don't owe me nothing And then he said good luck There was something spooky in his voice And something strange on his face When he shut the lid I saw my name was on the case [Thanks to Mark for lyrics]




Hemingway’s Whiskey
Guy Clark

Hemingway’s whiskey warm and smooth and mean Even when it burns it will always finish clean He did not like it watered down he took it straight up and neat If it’s bad enough for him you know it’s bad enough for me Hemingway’s whiskey You know it tough out there a good muse is hard to find Living one word to the next and living one line at a time Now there more to life then whiskey theres more to words than rhyme Sometime nothing works sometimes nothing shines Hemingway’s whiskey Sail away sail away as the day grows dim Live hard die hard this ones for him Hemingway’s whiskey Hemingway’s whiskey warm and smooth and mean Even when it burns it will always finish clean He did not like it watered down he took it straight up an neat If it’s bad enough for him you know it’s bad enough for me Hemingway’s whiskey [Thanks to Mark for lyrics]




The Coat
Guy Clark
Well the sun comes up on nowhere, I got nowhere left to hide. I need some scrambled eggs and whiskey on the side. Got a bad taste in my mouth, somethin’ I said Numb’s all i feel man. I should have gone to bed. There a wind form out of nowhere come to blow me away. throw me a rope I've had a bad day. I walked out and left my oat, now the weather&Rsquo; turning cold i don't feel so smart, I don't feel so bold And it smells like rain. And it feels like hell. Wish me luck and fare me well. Now there's nothign left to take back. There's nothin’ to regret. The sooner I get movin, the sooner I get wet theres nothin left unsaid, there's nothin left undone But if I hadnn’t left my coat, I’sd be already gone. And it smells like rain. And it feels like hell. Wish me luck and fare me well. And it smells like rain. And it feels like hell. Where do I go now? Think I’ll go back and get my coat.




All She Wants Is You
Sge's sneaky like TN whiskey Shw always takems me by surpris She feels safe she feels risky Got the devil in her angel eye. There’s nothing I can’t tell her There nothing she ain't heard When she don’t say nothing Man, I hang on every word. Chorus She’s got nothin’ to prove. She’s got nothin’ to lose. She’s got everything on a string. Still all she wants is you. Now everybody’s got ‘em some baggage. She knows how to travel light. She don’t judge anyone, she knows wrong from right. She don’t need your permission, she don’t need no directions. She’ll steal your soul in a hearbeat, yet she ain’t give . . .

Chorus twice



Hollywood
Guy Clark
You come on buses, you come on planes You fly in on aeroplanes



Wrong Side Of The Tracks
Guy Clark



Nine ball rack sitting on the table Step right up if you're able Sonny gives a lesson to a hundred of games Lay the money down take dead aim House band rockin' way too long What you gonna do for a viper crowd Aint no white, ain't no black, Welcome to the wrong side of the tracks chorus Wrong side of the tracks Tried to leave, but you came right back To the Wrong side of the tracks It's in your blood, and that's a fact From a big old limo sneakin' up slow Anything you need, you can get it to go The money comes up, the deal goes down Looks like somebody's going downtown Tires squeeling, blue lights flashing Shots fired, cars crashing Just keep movin', and watch your back You're on the wrong side of the tracks chorus Homeless livin', hand to mouth Talk about movin' further south Livin' underneith the overpass Got a little food but it will not last Wino dyin' in the gutter The very last words I heard him mutter "You think you're smart, but you don't know jack You're on the wrong side of the tracks" chorus Wrong side of the tracks Tried to leave, but you came right back To the Wrong side of the tracks You think you're smart, but you don't know jack [Thanks to Max for lyrics] d
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I can paint over that
Guy Clark
I've smeared my heart on my sleeve I've tagged my name on the wall It's prob'ly time for me to leave Actin' big and talkin' small I've tracked blood in on the floor I put my first through the wall I've dragged trouble through the door And I've spilled wine on it all (chorus) Maybe I can paint over that It'll prob'ly bleed through Maybe I can paint over that But I can't hide it from you I've got some ink beneath my skin A good idea at the time I won't be doing that again Not with any arm of mine And I have stumbled in my time I left my footprints down the road And the part of me that shines Ain't the part of me that's showed (Repeat chorus twice) [Thanks to Mark for lyrics]