Django Walker Skinny young kid who sits in the back of the class Nobody knows his name, nobody cares to ask They just sit up front and tell him he won
Paul Thorn, Billy Maddox, Anna Lisa Graham On a black and white TV, in a dark saloon I was watching Neil Armstrong walking on the moon And later on I
Jerry Jeff Walker There's a place I know where we all go, A little way down the road, It ain't far from here, we like to sit and drink beer, Play dominoes
Jerry Jeff Walker He was a friend of mine, yeah, he was a friend of mine He never had no money, he never was satisfied But he was a friend of mine He
Jerry Jeff Walker If I took a rollin' wheel And rolled it ten times round Would it travel far from here Or would it just go round Round and Round As
So that's where my head was at In a book and a funky hat On the road with Kerouac Searching for the truth Sometimes I'm amazed Looking back at a certain
Rick Fowler & Robert Livingston Just standin' on the shoulder Of a road I did not know. Turn my guitar case over, I'm gonna let my good side show. We
Billy Callery At a time when my world, seemed to be swinging, Reeling out of control There were some believers, Deceivers, a few in-betweeners Who seemed
Come gather around me friends I'll tell you about a minstrel band Of children in their witches hats Painting pictures with pipes of pan A young boy and
Keith Sykes We were wild and young and willing, to give up anything it took To get to where we were going, you could read us like a book Our nights were
Jerry Jeff Walker This song is a letter sung to a special friend of mine One who stopped his singing somewhere back along the line I wondered if he'd
Chris Wall Well I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style But my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild Mom and Dad had a plan for me,
Going gray around the temples Usually days when I won't shave Have a, have a trip over ripples And watching them roll in to waves I've been too long
Pat Garvey Well somewhere the sun today's soakin' up a cornfield dry But it's shining a love song on some snowy clouds And I know my fingerprints will
Michael Martin Murphey From my window shadows of the buildings in the night Run like a river, broken only by city lights Running like a thousand whispered
It's easy to see that we've just a very short time So why don't we just go to the hill and climb? We'll go up just as high as John T. Booker got low Yeah
He was born in Oklahoma His wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz And he's not responsible for what he's doing Cause his mother made him what he is And
Texas this morning the sounds they just sing to me I feel alive again and with every footstep that's settin me free Hey old friends, keep alive the