I’ll Show Me Songtext
von Guy Clark
I’ll Show Me Songtext
Ladies′ night at the Blue Gazelle
The local talent looks live and well
I'm all decked out with my slack britches on
If I don′t get lucky, man, there's somethin' wrong
Caddo′s Pool Hall, down the route to nowhere
Eight-shot, low, yeah, man, I been there
"Hey, watch this" I said to the pool shark
"I can make this shootin′ in the dark"
Honey butts on an eight-ball call shot
Don't scratch ′cause it's all that I got
I′ll show me
I'll show me
Man seeking unemployment
No gig too big to blow
Self-destructs for own enjoyment
Another knuckle-headed way to go
I blame a woman for the way I am
That′s much too easy, no thank you, ma'am
How'd I ever get this far? You might ask
I′m here to tell ya, it was no small task
Don′t need a map to show me where
I should be 'cause I don′t care
I'll show me
I′ll show me
Kinda see myself as a young Richard Burton
Readin' Dylan Thomas to some Welsh coquette
Drinkin′ whiskey in a Swansea tavern
And me and trouble are a sure-fire bet
How 'bout this? And I'm a suave bull-fighter
Maybe a war correspondent for the BBC
Why, I never felt my load feel lighter
Another Jameson′s would set me free
I don′t wanna have to feel a thing
Bartender, pour me one more drink
I'll show me
I′ll show me
Simple pleasures that I've come to crave
Buried treasure and an unmarked grave
I′ll show me
I'll show me
I′ll show me (I'll show me)
I'll show me
The local talent looks live and well
I'm all decked out with my slack britches on
If I don′t get lucky, man, there's somethin' wrong
Caddo′s Pool Hall, down the route to nowhere
Eight-shot, low, yeah, man, I been there
"Hey, watch this" I said to the pool shark
"I can make this shootin′ in the dark"
Honey butts on an eight-ball call shot
Don't scratch ′cause it's all that I got
I′ll show me
I'll show me
Man seeking unemployment
No gig too big to blow
Self-destructs for own enjoyment
Another knuckle-headed way to go
I blame a woman for the way I am
That′s much too easy, no thank you, ma'am
How'd I ever get this far? You might ask
I′m here to tell ya, it was no small task
Don′t need a map to show me where
I should be 'cause I don′t care
I'll show me
I′ll show me
Kinda see myself as a young Richard Burton
Readin' Dylan Thomas to some Welsh coquette
Drinkin′ whiskey in a Swansea tavern
And me and trouble are a sure-fire bet
How 'bout this? And I'm a suave bull-fighter
Maybe a war correspondent for the BBC
Why, I never felt my load feel lighter
Another Jameson′s would set me free
I don′t wanna have to feel a thing
Bartender, pour me one more drink
I'll show me
I′ll show me
Simple pleasures that I've come to crave
Buried treasure and an unmarked grave
I′ll show me
I'll show me
I′ll show me (I'll show me)
I'll show me
Writer(s): Guy Clark, Rodney Crowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com