Townes blues

Youre clean as a widow womans 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
And Boulder looks like the kind of town
That I could spend some time
But in Houston they got our name in lights
Youre clean as a widow womans washboard, son
The slab is yours tonight
Townes is in the back lounge, got his hands in his pocket
Pulls out two dice, says, 'Lets get at it'
Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor
Al drops another twenty and
Pete heads for the door
Springers feeling lucky, sits down for a spell
Oklahoma City and hes lost his last bill
Jeff is in a bind, waiting on sister
HicksSeven comes a calling, as we cross on into
TexasTownes is in the back lounge, got his fist full of fives
He says, 'Its a little bit long, but Im enjoying this ride'
Be careful with the dice, when youre surrounded by others
With boxcars in their eyes
Never count your winnings at hour twenty three
Of a twenty four hour drive
Remember that youre not the one
Calling the tunes
Thats making those diamonds dance
Or youll be clean as a widow womans washboard, son
And those are the facts
Townes is in the back lounge, cursing at them bones
He says, 'Aint this fool ever heard of Raton?'