And the wind blew the echoes of long-faded voices
And they'd sing me a song that the old cowboys sang
And I didn't know what the words meant or anything
I was just singing because I was supposed to
...
And these days with car seats
and open container laws
Social correctness leaves no room for Santa Claus
Sitting right next to me
she looks like that used to be
Song that they sang for me
...
And with the windows wide open it feels hot to us anyway
Two bound together on a day just like any day
The wind blows the echoes of long-faded voices
And they sing us a song that the old cowboys sang
And now that I know what the words mean and everything
I am still singing
-Lyle Lovett
Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear t&jaaa-aaammmm, happy birthday to youuuuuuuu!
Spank you! Spank you very much!
lmao..I just choked on my coffee.
Happy Birthday!
And thanks for posting one of my very favorite artists. I love, love, love Delbert McClinton. I’ve seen him live twice in the past two years, and can’t wait to see him again. One Of The Fortunate Few is one of my most-played CDs — I never get tired of it.