Lyrics

He wasn’t a drunk but he was a good drinker
The sepia hue of imminent dawn
She looked rough and beautiful in equal measure
Trenchant sharp smile is all she had on
Crossing the Brazos near Washington County
Headed for Austin as hard as they go
During this lifetime you take lots of journey’s
But you’ll never get there if you don’t go

Is this enough for me
Blanket on suffering

Middle of the night on a street out in Kansas
Harken inside where nobody knows
It wasn’t quite Waylon and it wasn’t quite Haggard
Felt just a bit like Doc I suppose
Swollen dark eyes and tears all around me
Everyone’s here with nothing to show
Souls that you’ve touched are truly astounding
They laughed and they cried while letting you go