Текст Townes Van Zandt – Talking Thunderbird Wine Blues

Among the strangest things I ever heard
Was when a friend of mine said «man, let’s get some thunderbird»
I said «what’s that? » he just started to grin
Slobbered on his shirt, his eyes got dim

I said «yeah, I got a dollar, but don’t be a smart-aleck
I ain’t gonna spend it on no indian relic»
And he said «thunderbird’s not an old indian trinket,
It’s a wine, man, you take it home and drink it.»
I said «it sure don’t sound like wine to me»
And he said he’d bet me the change from my dollar

We hustled on down to the nearest u-tate-um
The guy wanted my id, I whipped her out and showed him
He got a green bottle from the freezing vault
My friend started doing backward somersaults
Through the cottage cheese

Took it back to his house, started drinkin’
Pretty soon I set in to thinkin’
«man, this thunderbird tastes yummy, yummy, yummy
And I know it’s doing good things to my tummy, tum…, t…»
It’s so you reason when your on that crap

Got a few more bottles, chugged them down
I pulled myself up off the ground
Decided I go see my dearest sweet wife
Who met me at the door with a carving knife
Said «get them damn grape peel from between your teeth.»

I could see we’re gonna have a little misunderstanding
I said «dear, I better get in touch with you later»
She said «forget it, man, you’re never touchin’ me again!»

Now I’ve seen the light and heard the word