Cowboy Junkies - Towne's Blues (encore) Lyrics
(Michael Timmins)You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,stick it in the windPut the mountains to your backthe great plains on your grilletime to take a little spinBoulder looks like the type of townthat I could spend some time,but in Houston they got our name in lightsYou're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,the slab is yours tonightTownes is in the back loungewith his hands in his pocketpulls out two dice and says, 'Let's get at it'Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor,Al drops another twenty, Pete heads for the door,Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for a spell,Oklahoma City and he's lost his last billJeff is in a bind waiting on sister hicksseven comes a-callingas we cross on into TexasTownes is in the back loungewith a fist full of fiveshe says, 'It's a little bit longbut I'm enjoying this ride'Be careful with the dicewhen you're surrounded by otherswith boxcars in their eyesNever count your winnings at hour 23of a 24-hour driveRemember that you're not the onecalling the tunethat's making those diamonds danceor you'll be clean asa widow woman's washboard, son,and those are the factsTownes is in the back lounge cursing at them boneshe says, 'Ain't this fool ever heard of Raton'
