Chorus They call me the Crazy Lemon I'm crazy...wild...free, for a while I can't help what they think I was born that way. I'll be a little crazy till
I got your letter in the mailbox, honey Love flys, when your far away When I get home I'll give you all a my money Don't Put a Lock on My Heart
(Joe Ely) Dame tu mano Dame tu mano The night is cheap like a velvet painting The streets are wet but it ain't been raining Dame tu mano Dame tu mano
(Butch Hancock) Down On The Drag...Down On The Drag Where Some Low Down Son Of A Bum Even Stole My Sleepin Bag Left Me Standin At The Newstand Readin
I was standing at the end of the very longest line between everywhere and nowhere I could not make up my mind stole enough to keep me honest, walked
(Dave Alvin) Every night about this time She's waiting for a man It could be me or it could be you Who'll touch her with their hands Someone left her
Hey, Whistle Man, what's that on the track? Looks like a crawdaddy sunnin' on his back. Hey, Whistle Man, why don't he run? Looks like he's darin' this
I'm... Just sittin' here wonderin' The world's gone to hell And we blame someone else For the trouble we're in In a big Easy Chair At the T.V. we stare
(Joe Ely) Everybody Got Hammered Last Ni-i-i-i-ight Everybody Got Hammered Last Night Everybody down the hall Got Nailed to the wall Everybody Got
For your love I'd rope the moon Put it in a blender Mix up a concoction bound to make you surrender I'd bite the brand off a buckin' Brahma Bull I'd rob
Carlos Saragosa left his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full He had no money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in Gold He headed
I keep my fingernails long So they Click when I play the piano I keep my fingernails long So they Click when I play the piano I'm gonna keep 'em that
(Joe Ely) Drivin' to the Poorhouse in a Limosine Livin' on soda-pop and nicotine Brushin' off the glitter from a 2nd-Hand suit. Lookin' for a Marks-
Hello, my babe. I'm back to stay You're sure wearing fine pretty things. But where is your ring, your ring and chain I gave you last summer in the fallin
Verse 1: Leaving California She is on my mind I left her back in Travis County Crying to a clothesline Steel guitar on the radio, Cuttin' slow and mean
You sure look fine tonight, in the beer sign light. Why did you seem surprised when I saw through your disguise. All your friends were there and no one
I'm ridin through the middle of some god forsaken town Dark figures from the shadows, theyre tryin to cut me down Some hero of the hour needs a rival
My great great Grandfather Prospected for gold In the wilds of Alaska In the Yukon cold My great Grandfather Fought the Civil War On the