Nothin’ Like a Guy Clark Song Songtext
von Vince Gill

Old friends and boats, and stuff that works
A Randall knife, an old blue shirt
Strong and steady, like Texas dirt
It′s a place to hide when you really hurt
Well, Coleman Bonner and Sis Draper, a worn-out fiddle case
Old Skinny Dennis, I can still hear him singing bass
Well, that workbench was a holy place
His favorite picture, Susanna's face

There ain′t nothin' like a Guy Clark song
You're feeling fragile, afraid you don′t belong
It′s a lonely road you're traveling on
There ain′t nothin' like a Guy Clark song


Homegrown tomatoes and a Dallas whore
A girl named Rita doing a slow bandera across a dance hall floor
He rolled his own and he loved to roar
Man, it′s been over 40 years since
We shared that stage at the Troubadour

There ain't nothin′ like a Guy Clark song
You're feeling fragile, afraid you don't belong
It′s a lonely road you′re traveling on
There ain't nothin′ like a Guy Clark song

Well, what do you do when your heroes die?
Man, you let 'em roll, you let ′em fly
'Cause Desperadoes don′t worry or wonder why
Well, son of a bitch, Old Rodney's gonna miss you, Guy

And there ain't nothin′ like a Guy Clark song
You feel abandoned, your friends are gone
It′s a lonely road you're traveling on
Well, there ain′t nothin' like a Guy Clark song