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 opening 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
Chorus
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
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 opening 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 Chorus 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 Explain Request ×
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