Conrad Deisler / Hank Card
(Austin Lounge Lizards)
We had a little quarrel, she and I. She told me just to curl up and die.
I crept out to drown my sorrows at a joint called "No Tomorrows",
Where the old man came and looked me in the eye -- Old Blevins
I could see he had some wisdom to impart. Some story that was etched and burned and
stamped upon his heart
Then his eyes began to glisten 'cause he could see that I would listen
We sat there at that bar 'til nearly three, and this is what Old Blevins said to me.
He said Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... in Tiajuana
Blah, blah, blah... back in 1963
Moaning Blah, Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... you should have been there.
Blah, blah, blah is what Old Blevins said to me.
I sat there and I listened to his words.
As they flapped around my head like little birds.
Had he gone plumb 'round the bend, or could I just not comprehend?
His lips were writing lines I could not read, when suddenly, it all came clear to me.
Blah, ... them crazy hippies.
Blah, ... no effect on me.
Blah, ... the Great Depression.
Blah, ... and he would not leave me be.
Old Blevins was still talking when I seized my chance to flee.
Back home she's never known I'm not the fool I used to be
But I know that a man and woman's lives were somehow changed
C A D
By a loathsome, toothless geezer, incoherent and deranged.
And my memories of that evening fuel an inner mounting fear
C A D
That I might become Old Blevins anywhere that they sell beer.
Chorus: And I'll say
Blah, ... I don't remember.
Blah, ... mistakes were made.
Blah, ... How "bout them Cowboys?
Like Old Blevins used to say.