Richey Lee

(альбом: Flowers & Liquor - 2002)

Richey Lee was his Father's boy
Big, loud, Hard-drinking bundle of Joy
A walking laugh wrapped up in corduroy
Richey couldn't do no wrong

Grew up with a fast running crowd
Good bunch of boys, just a little too loud
Can't fault a man for being proud
Richey kept rolling on

Spent his days in a rock-n-roll band
Telling jokes, a guitar in his hand
Trying hard to meet every demand
Of all of those late-night shows

Whiskey-drunk on a Saturday night
She caught his eye coming out of the light
Half way there he had to get in a fight
Back home that's just the way it goes

Strange days, they leave you in a wonder
And good times, they don't always stay
And true love, it will shake you like thunder
But old friends just fade away
Old friends just fade away

Summertime on the river again
Fishing poles and a two-dollar grin
Ain't ever gonna laugh like that again
Falling right to the ground

Count the miles down to New Orleans
Borrowed cash and dirty bluejeans
Couple of boys looking for Cajun queens
Thinking they own the town

But we all left to find work out of town
Even the wild ones, they slow down
Richey felt like he was coming unwound
Got tired of playing the game

Liquor bottles pilling up before noon
Richey said he just needed some room
We all saw the end coming way too soon
And man that's an awful shame