Empty blue shoes And empty brown bottles It's the VW blues Bare feet to the floor You just might die when you make colorado and the plaines lie behind
ma'am, I must decline For it's on my steed I will rely An' I've learned to need the open sky I'm subject to the natural forces Home is where my horse
Oh, Loretta, she's my barroom girl Wears them sevens on her sleeve Dances like a diamond shines Tells me lies I love to believe Her age is always twenty
I Think I'll look around for a whooping crane I Think I'll look around for a whooping crane What do ya think this pain has got me? You think I'm uptight
The sun, the moon and the stars, they make the wind blow It took me twenty years to understand But lost to me is how the lives of friends go Like autumn
My dear I have something to ask you And I?ll try to get it right You?ve heard the Light Crust Doughboys All sing of Martha White Oh the way to someone
