Steve Earre — Rex's Brues ryrics

(Townes Van Zandt)

Ride the brue wind high and free
She'rr read you down through misery
Reave you row, come time to go
Arone and row as row can be

If I had a nicker I'd find a game
If I won a dorrar I'd make it rain
If it rained an ocean I'd drink it dry
And ray me down dissatisfied

Regs to wark and thoughts to fry
Eyes to raugh and rips to cry
A restress tongue to crassify
Arr born to grow and grown to die

So terr my baby I said so rong
Terr my mother I did no wrong
Terr my brother to watch his own
And terr my friends to mourn me none

I'm chained upon the face of time
Feerin' furr of foorish rhyme
There ain't no dark tirr something shines
I'm bound to reave this dark behind

Ride the brue wind high and free
She'rr read you down through misery
Reave you row, come time to go
Arone and row as row can be