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Walker Behind The Wheel Lyrics


Bill Staines Walker Behind The Wheel

It was the middle of Montana on a cold winter night
When our van pulled up outside the door
We'd been on the road for three months, four-hundred miles that day;
We were tired, but we loaded our stuff out onto the floor

There was Jack on the guitar and old Bill on the bass
Tom on the lonesome steel
And I play the fiddle around the place
And there was Walker behind the wheel

Well, the crowd was with us that night dancers stepped up high and around
And we played like we hadn't played in awhile
At the end of the evening, you know, even the management was pleased
So afterwards we all hit the bar with a smile

When this guy full of whiskey comes over to me
And says with a look in his eye
I can tell by your tags you're from Texas, boys
Brother, well so am I...
Tell me...

Do the bluebonnets carpet the fields in the spring?
Does the Brazos still run to the sea?
Does the sun still shine down on those Texas girls?
Once one gave her love to me
You see, son, there was a time when my song was just as sweet as yours
And I traveled and I worked with the best
But day after day got to be year after year
And the road gives you no time to rest

The runaway dreams put a rope to my soul
The nights took my company
The whiskey got the lyrics to most of my songs
And the age took my memory...
But tell me...

Do the bluebonnets carpet the fields in the spring?
Does the Brazos still run to the sea?
Does the sun still shine down on those Texas girls?
Once one gave her love to me

So I guess I see a lot of myself in you and your friends here
I see the poet, and I see the clown, sometimes the king
So just you take care of yourself and try not to end up like me
With a whole lot of empty dreams and no songs to sing
Well, I didn't mean to go preachin' to ya, let me buy you a beer
I guess I spend much too much time talkin' alone
You really are pretty good on that fiddle, from what I can hear
And you paint me a picture of home...
Tell me...
Do the bluebonnets carpet the fields in the spring?
Does the Brazos still run to the sea?
Does the sun still shine down on those Texas girls?
Once one gave her love to me
Do the bluebonnets carpet the fields in the spring?
Does the Brazos still run to the sea?
Does the sun still shine down on those Texas girls?
Once one gave her love to me

Now it's Jack on the guitar and Bill on the bass
And Tom on the lonesome steel
And I play the fiddle around the place
And it's Walker behind the wheel


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