Nothin’ Like a Guy Clark Song

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Vince Gill - Country, USA

Nothin’ Like a Guy Clark Song

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Duration: 5:03

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] My old friends and boats, the stuff that works A random knife, an old blue shirt Strong and steady, like Texas dirt It's a place to hide when you're really hurt Well, Coleman Bonner and Sis Draper, a worn-out fiddle case Old skinny Dennis, I can still hear him singin' bass Well, that workbench was a holy place His favorite picture, Susanna's face [Chorus] There ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song You're feelin' fragile, 'fraid you don't belong It's a lonely road you're travelin' on Well, there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song [Verse 2] Homegrown tomatoes and a Dallas whore A girl named Rita doin' a slow bandera across a dance hall floor Well, he rolled his own and he loved to roar Man, it's been over forty years since we shared that stage at the Troubadour [Chorus] There ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song You're feelin' fragile, 'fraid you don't belong It's a lonely road you're travelin' on Well, there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Well, what do you do when your heroes die? Man, you let 'em roll, you let 'em fly 'Cause desperadoes don't worry or wonder why Well, son of a bitch, old Rodney's gon' miss you, Guy [Chorus] And there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song You feel abandoned, your friends are gone It's a lonely road you're travelin' on Well, there ain't nothin' like a Guy Clark song [Instrumental Outro]

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  • Vince Gill