I believe Hoyt Axton wrote this one...

You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend
Lyin' on the pavement with a misery on his brain
Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall
He only had a dollar to live on 'til next Monday
But he spent it on some comfort for his mind
Did you say you think he's blind?
Someone should call his parents, a sister or a brother
And they'll come to take him back home on a bus
But he'll always be a problem to his poor and puzzled mother
Yeah he'll always be another one of us
He said he wanted Heaven but prayin' was too slow
So he bought a one way ticket on an airline made of snow
Did you say you saw your good friend flyin' low?
Flyin' low
Dyin' slow

I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I've paid the cost
When I pass by all the people say
Just another guy on the lost highway

The only two things in life that make it worth living,
Is guitars tuned good and firm-feeling women.

Lots of good ones on this post, but this is my favorite.

He'd never been there when he recorded it. But...along with several others, he helped ruin the place.

Remember back when love first found us
We'd go slipping out of town
And we'd love beneath the moonlight
On a blanket on the ground

I never knew that.

Willie wrote it.

I was 7 when it was released, so I never saw it before then.

I bet my friends are wondering where I've been or I'm still alive
There worried over nothing they should know I'm perfectly fine
Its just the mood I'm in now and then
When I need to get my head clear
I turn off my phone get lost get gone flat out dissapear
Well there aint no telling where I'm bound
A big city or the county or little beach town
But you wont find me cause I cant be found
I'm on a mission to be missing
I'll be back someday I dont know when
Till then I'll be a feather floating in the wind
So dont you go missing me
Cause sometimes missing me is my favorite place to be

I've been down to the bottom a bottle
I live my life stuck in full throttle
And slowing down, slowing down
Keeps grinding my gears.
And I took risks I never should've taken
And I broke hearts that didn't need breakin'
And I don't know why, don't know why
I can't cry tears.
And I just can't seem to walk the line
It's always been easy to say goodbye
When I'm always running
And nothing gonna change my mind.
And I just can't seem to get a clue
I never seem to think things through
It's T.U.F.F. tough
I can't win the fight
With the fool inside of me.

I'm tired of this dirty old city
And tired of too much work
And never enough play
And I'm tired of these dirty old sidewalks
Think I'll walk off my steady job today
Turn me loose, set me free
Somewhere in the middle of Montana
And give me all I've got coming to me
And keep your retirement
And your so-called Social Security
Big city turn me loose and set me free

It was written by Chips Moman and Bobby Emmons. (The music business is a messy business. )

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold them in a market down in new orleans.
Scarred old slaver know he's doin alright.
Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(brown sugar, just like a young girl should


Drums beating, cold english blood runs hot,
Lady of the house wondrin where it's gonna stop.
House boy knows that he's doin alright.
You should a heard him just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
brown sugar, just like a black girl should.

Same song second verse. Could get better but gonna get worse.



"Oh, remember how excited
We used to get when love was young
That old moon was our best buddy
We couldn't wait for night to come"

He said, I left California back in '76
the music died with Jimi Hendrix
things got crazy in San Francisco
But thumbin' cross the country, I thought I would freeze
So I followed Buffet to the Florida Keys
Where I nearly got busted, with a load,of snow white cargo

But I picked up this boat, in a illegal deal
You could say, I got a hell of a steal
But I couldn't stay there, so I headed to Islamado
But as a sea captain, I ain't worth a damn
Out in the ocean I got all turned around
Then I limped into Bolliver, with a hole in my hull

I said if I ain't sinkin', well I must be swimin'
If I ain't dead, I must be livin'
Livin' is the thing, that scares me the most
And if I ain't sleepin', well I better be fishin'
If I ain't anchored I will be driftin'
But all and all, I'm doing pretty good,
since I hit my third coast

"When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row?"

Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss

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Honky tonks and Cantinas
I feel right at home in either
Long necks and tequila
Can make a bad memory gone
A two stepping senorita
Can walk into your heart and heal ya
Honky tonks and cantinas
My other home away from home

That sounds like some OG s*** right there !

I swear there ain't no heaven-but I pray there ain't no hell

Brian Burns...that's a good'un.

What I don't know
Might not hurt me
If I stay dumb
And no one tells
But if I find out
That you've been cheatin'
What I don't know
Might get you killed


Dwight Yoakum.

I'm walking the floor over you
I'm walking the floor over you
I can't sleep a wink that is true
I'm hoping and I'm praying as my heart breaks right in two
Walking the floor over you

I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime.

Let's say goodbye like we said hello in a friendly kind of way
If I should meet some other dear and learn to love them too
I hope and pray somehow sweetheart they'll make me think of you
A tender smile an old love song a heart so light and gay
Let's say goodbye like we said hello in a friendly kind of way

"Ain't going to be the first this ole cowboy spent the night alone"