Souvenir Bottles

Lyrics

> He had been a road musician playing banjo in a band He had a lot of souvenirs of a lot of one night stands And they all were whiskey bottles, plain, glass and cheap He poured his life out years ago and saved the memories This bottle is Toledo I got drunk and missed the train When a girl named Crazy Suzie took her clothes off in the rain And this one's St. Louis where we all got the blues From playing too much music and eatin' greasy food Where Wilcox lost his woman And swore that he could swim They found him in the rivеr But it didn't look like him It sounded strange and grown-up to hеar him talk that way He was an old man I brought his paper everyday A stranger in our town he came one night and stayed Like the sky had broke and dropped him there to wait for one more train And here's to Bobby Taylor who always spoke so low And he used to say that Heaven was a long way from home It was cold in Kansas City the night he left the stage And he broke his clarinet across some husbands's face While Willie sat in his room and went out of his head And screamed all night because he thought His ear was going bad I started to feel sad in that superficial way You tend to see things when you're young and wonder what to say But he just looked right at me like he could read my mind And laughed out loud like a man who done things in his time This bottle is New Orleans walkin' home at break of day When the streets are dark and empty and there's no more songs to play Remember last night and four men standing there Makin' something out of nothing Makin' music out of air Did I tell you bout Toledo I got drunk and missed the train When a girl named Suzie took her clothes off in the rain In the rain, in the rain… <<