Old Blevins

We had a little quarrel, she and I

She told me just to curl up and die

I crept out to drown my sorrows

At a joint called no tomorrows

Where the old man came and looked me in the eye

Old Blevins

I could tell he had some wisdom to impart

Some story that was etched and burned and stamped

Upon his heart

Then his eyes began to glisten

'Cause he could see that I would listen

We sat there at that bar 'til nearly three

And this is what Old Blevins said to me

He said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

In Tijuana blah blah blah back in 1963

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

You should have been there blah blah blah

Is what Old Blevins said to me

I sat there and I listened to his words

As they flapped around my head like little birds

Had he gone plumb 'round the bend

Or could I just not comprehend

His lips were writing lines I could not read

When suddenly, it all came clear to me

As he said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

Then crazy hippies blah blah blah blah no effect on me

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

The great depression blah blah blah

And he would not leave me be

Old blevins was still talking when I seized my chance to flee

Back home she's never known I'm not the fool I used to be

Buy I know that a man and woman's lives were somehow changed

By a loathesome toothless geezer, incoherent and deranged

And my memories of that evening fuel and inner mounting fear

That I might become old Blevins anywhere that they sell beer

And I'll say "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

I don't remember blah blah blah blah blah blah

Mistakes were made

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

How 'bout them Cowboys? blah blah blah

Like Old Blevins used to say

Old Blevins