Willie & Trigger

Willie rode in
on his old '44
as the sun was just rising
over the southern Texas shore:
his jeans were torn
his beard was young
he sang his songs
with a righteous rebel tongue
from Austin north to the Arkansas line
his words struck hard
his music soft and fine
and in Luckenbach
where he drank a beer or two
he passed a couple of burning joints
to his outlaw road weary crew
and fancied a Spanish señorita
in his pickup bed
who famously memorized every famous word
he ever wrote or said!
Willie rode in
to the mean courthouse lawn
like a Red Headed Stranger
at the angry break of dawn
where he threw all his money
aimed squarely at the IRA
and got back On the Road Again
to tour the good ol' USA
inside sweet riding Honeysuckle Rose
with four packs a day and a grizzled smile
a guitar on his lap he called Trigger
playing easy chords for free mile after steady mile
To All the Girls I've Loved Before
the strumming carried mellow for the whole length of his ride
along with the furs and the Indian feathers
he asked for one more chance to keep you satisfied!
Willie rode in
on his old '44
as the sun was just rising
over the southern Texas shore:
his jeans were torn
his beard was young
he sang his songs
with a righteous rebel tongue
from Austin north to the Arkansas line
his words struck hard
his music soft and fine
and in Luckenbach
where he drank a beer or two
he passed a couple of burning joints
to his outlaw road weary crew
and fancied a Spanish señorita
in his pickup bed
who famously memorized every famous word
he ever wrote or said!