written by Guy Clark 11/19/05 NOTE: The song is spoken all the way thru. INTRO: D D G Why hello there little lady, I'm just a lonesome guitar picker C G D You'd never know from the way I look I'm an educated man G I got the music in my blood little lady, makes me ramble 'cross the land C G D Troubles on my mind, this old guitar in my hand D G I left my home and family, I wasn't much more than a child C G D I don't count the towns no more, sure don't count the miles G I guess I'll never have a home, 'least ways not your kind C G D I just stopped here in this bar to try to bring some peace of mind BREAK: C G D D G Well I usually play for my drinks and tips, 'cept when I play for free C G D This old guitar and a bag of songs, that's 'bout all there is to me G Little lady if you don't mind, I think I'll make a song for you C G D I'll sing it down the road somewhere, that's the most that I can do D G Lord the music just won't turn me loose, it's a curse to be this kind C G D Little lady you'll never know, the comfort that I find G In just talkin' to someone like you in this bar along the way C G D You sure ain't the usual kind that I find to brighten up my day BREAK: C G D D G And tonight when I lay down along some road to try to sleep C G D Just a memory in your treasure chest is all that you may keep G No wait now, I got more than that to give, it's this locket made of gold C G D My mother gave it to me ma'am, now it's yours to hold D G Na, don't try to thank me, do I need a place to stay C G D Well thank you little lady, why don't we pick up a bottle along the way OUTRO: C G D