Blaze's Blues
Townes Van Zandt

Got a guitar to call my own
Got a quarter for the telephone
Ain’t headed down this highway all alone
One, two, three, and maybe four
I’m knockin’ on your door
You know I’m gonna miss you when I’m gone

Got no daddy but I got a ma
Think she lives in Arkansa’
I might just roll and see her some old day
It ain’t like she’d send the fare
It ain’t like she’d even care
I just might go and see her anyway

Headed down to Alabam’
Cause some trouble if I can
Oh, buddy, would you like to come along
It’s a place I never been
Think, I should use a friend
They say they give me fifty bucks a song

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