Lyrics Vince Gill – Nothin’ Like A Guy Clark Song

My old friends and boats, the stuff that works
A random knife, an old blue shirt
Strong and steady, like Texas dirt
It’s a place to hide when you’re really hurt

There ain’t nothin’ like a Guy Clark song
You’re feelin’ fragile, ‘fraid you don’t belong
It’s a lonely road you’re travelin’ on
Well, there ain’t nothin’ like a Guy Clark song

Homegrown tomatoes and a Dallas whore
A girl named Rita doin’ a slow bandera across a dance hall floor
Well, he rolled his own and he loved to roar
Man, it’s been over forty years since we shared that stage at the Troubadour

There ain’t nothin’ like a Guy Clark song
You’re feelin’ fragile, ‘fraid you don’t belong
It’s a lonely road you’re travelin’ on
Well, 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 gon’ 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 travelin’ on
Well, there ain’t nothin’ like a Guy Clark song