I seen an old fighter, tired and in trouble Who just couldn't take anymore Somethin' inside him kept fighting to finish With only his feet on the floor-yeah Lord, I know that it's worth any price you could pay To see truth in whatever disguise But I'd payed double for one look of pleasure A piece of relief in his eyes.
Ain't that clown, laughin' like crazy Ain't his eyes empty and deep Don't he sound sad as a baby When she cries out in her sleep
We measured the space between Waylon and Willie And Willie and Waylon and me But there wasn't nothin' like Billy Jo Shaver What Billy Jo Shaver should be-no When he showed up sick later all bit by a spider And crazy to look in the eye He put on a show that was sad as it should of been And nobody even knew why
Ain't that clown laughin' like crazy Ain't his eyes empty and deep Don't he sound sad as a baby When she cries out in her sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
