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Kevin Gordon
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Goodnight Brownie Ford
The old man's face A map of scars Straw Stetson brim Half Comanche They called him Brownie For his Indian skin
I met him once In a cafe In my hometown In a corner singing Black Jack David, Don't Let the Deal Go Down We called him back for more Goodnight Brownie Ford
Just a kid Breaking horses Working wild west shows Rope and leather Cards and money Learning fast how the old song goes
Declared me dead twice, he said But I never was that far gone Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Yeah that saddle bronc dragged me to the gates of heaven I couldn't stay down long Dying ain't what living's for I snuck out that hospital ward Goodnight Brownie Ford
Played his guitar From here to far Woodsmoke and campfire songs Float up to the stars til the night is gone
I remember talking to him More likely, he was talking to me-- Saying “Don't let 'em mess with your music If you go to Tennessee”
As the fire flared and died From his cigarette And he looked me in the eye to ask A riddle with his next breath-- All the free advice I could afford Got in his car and closed the door Goodnight Brownie Ford
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