Woody

Spent his time, playing bars
Tall fast women and loose guitars
When Woody sang,
he sang the troubles of his life
When Woody sang,
his words would cut you like a knife

Now every man, he got his share
Of pain and sorrow, and despair
But I swear, the devil,
he kissed the dice that Woody rolled
And the hand that man was dealt,
the only thing he could was fold

Now times have changed, and Woody’s gone
But when I’m sad I still play those songs
When times are hard,
I feel like walking out that door
But you just cant ride
those blues trains anymore

(B. Bannister/R. Tracey)