Towne's Blues - Michael Timmins
    You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,

    stick it in the wind
    Put the mountains to your back
    the great plains on your grille
    time to take a little spin
    Boulder looks like the type of town
    that I could spend some time,
    but in Houston they got our name in lights
    You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,
    the slab is yours tonight

    Townes is in the back lounge
    with his hands in his pocket
    pulls out two dice and says, 'Let's get at it'

    Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor,
    Al drops another twenty, Pete heads for the door,
    Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for a spell,
    Oklahoma City and he's lost his last bill
    Jeff is in a bind waiting on sister hicks
    seven comes a-calling
    as we cross on into Texas

    Townes is in the back lounge
    with a fist full of fives
    he says, 'It's a little bit long
    but I'm enjoying this ride'

    Be careful with the dice
    when you're surrounded by others
    with boxcars in their eyes
    Never count your winnings at hour 23
    of a 24-hour drive
    Remember that you're not the one
    calling the tune
    that's making those diamonds dance
    or you'll be clean as
    a widow woman's washboard, son,
    and those are the facts

    Townes is in the back lounge cursing at them bones
    he says, 'Ain't this fool ever heard of Raton'

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