Took more than twenty years, but he drank himself to death

Spilling out the sweetest songs of love and roads and dirt

Townes, a child of southern oil

Dad bought him a guitar

Eyes closed, he started singing

Touch a million hearts

 

Chose a life of station wagons

Writing songs to pay the way

Didn’t travel far from Texas

Wherever he was, he was deep in love

 

Nerve he got when nerve he needed

Filling nighttime bars and crowds

Grainy shots of what he’s feeling

Claps and hoots and money made him always give some more