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By townes van zandt |
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Hey mama, when you leave |
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Don't leave a thing behind |
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I don't want nothin' |
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I can't use nothin' |
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Take care into the hall |
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And if you see my friends |
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Tell them i'm fine |
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Not using nothin' |
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Almost burned out my eyes |
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Threw my ears down to the floor |
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I didn't see nothin' |
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I didn't hear nothin' |
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I stood there like a block of stone |
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Knowin' all i had to know |
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And nothin' more |
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Man, that's nothin' |
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As brothers our troubles are |
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Locked in each others arms |
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And you better pray |
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They never find you |
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Your back ain't strong enough |
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For burdens doublefold |
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They'd crush you down |
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Down into nothin' |
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Being born is going blind |
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And buying down a thousand times |
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To echoes strung |
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On pure temptation |
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Sorrow and solitude |
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These are the precious things |
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And the only words |
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That are worth rememberin' |
