Luxury Liner

(townes van zandt)

Livin' on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear skin like iron
And your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit, boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Well, pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in mexico
And nobody heard his dyin' words
Ah but that's the way it goes

All the federales say
Could of had him any day
Only let him any day
Hang around
Out of kindness i suppose

Lefty, he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that pancho bit down south
Ended up in lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor pancho low
Lefty split for ohio
Where he got the bread to gop
There ain't nobody knows

Well, the poets tell how pancho fell
And lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The dessert's quiet and cleveland's cold
So the story end's, we're told
Pancho needs your prayer's it's true
But save a few for lefty too
He just did what he had to do
And now he's growin' old
A few gray federales say
Could have had him any day
Only let him go so long
Out of kindness i suppose

(gram parsons)

Luxury liner, forty tons of steel
If i don't find my baby now
I guess i never will
I've been a long lost soul
For a long, long time
I've been around
Everybody ought to know what's on my mind
You think i'm lonesome, so do i
So do i

Well, i'm the kind of girl
Who likes to make a livin' runnin 'round
And i don't need a stranger
To let me know my baby's let me down
You think i'm lonesome, so do i
So do i

Luxury liner, forty tons of steel
No one in this whole wide world
Can change the way i feel
I've been a long lost soul
For a long long time
I've been around
Everybody ought to know what's on my mind
You think i'm lonesome, so do i
So do i

(a.p. carter)

Hello stranger
Put your loving hand in mine
You are a stranger
And you're a friend of mine
Get up, rounder
Let a working girl lay down
You are a rounder
And you're all out and down

Every time
I ride the four and six street cars
I can see my baby
Peeping through the bars

He bowed his head
And he waved both hands at me
He's prison bound
And longing to be free

I'll see you
When your troubles are like mine
Yes. i'll see you
When you haven't got a dime

(chuck berry)

It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame
Have rung the chapel bell
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to slow you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
With a two room roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed
With t.v. dimmers and ginger ale
But when pierre found work
The little money comin' worked out well
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono
Boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records
All rockin' rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down
The rapid tempo of the music fell
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney
T'was a cherry-red fifty nine
They drove it down to new orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there that pierre
Was wedded to the lovely mad'moiselle
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

(ira louvin/charlie louvin)

The worst that i've ever been hurt
In my life
The first time i ever have
Wanted to die
Was the night when you told me
You loved someone new
And you asked me if i could forget

When i stop dreaming
That's when i'll stop loving you

You may teach the flowers
To bloom in the snow
You may take a pebble
And teach it to grow
You may teach all the raindrops
To return to the clouds
But you can't teach my heart
To forget