Old Blevins

Conrad Deisler / Hank Card
(Austin Lounge Lizards)


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We had a little quarrel, she and I.  She told me just to curl up and die.
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I crept out to drown my sorrows at a joint called "No Tomorrows",
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Where the old man came and looked me in the eye -- Old Blevins


I could see he had some wisdom to impart.  Some story that was etched and burned and
 stamped upon his heart
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Then his eyes began to glisten 'cause he could see that I would listen
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We sat there at that bar 'til nearly three, and this is what Old Blevins said to me.

Chorus:
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He said Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... in Tiajuana
C AD
Blah, blah, blah... back in 1963
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Moaning Blah, Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... you should have been there.
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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.

Chorus:
Blah, ... them crazy hippies.
Blah, ... no effect on me.
Blah, ... the Great Depression.
Blah, ... and he would not leave me be.

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Old Blevins was still talking when I seized my chance to flee.
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Back home she's never known I'm not the fool I used to be
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But I know that a man and woman's lives were somehow changed
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By a loathsome, toothless geezer, incoherent and deranged.

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And my memories of that evening fuel an inner mounting fear
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That I might become Old Blevins anywhere that they sell beer.

Chorus: And I'll say
Blah, ... I don't remember.
Blah, ... mistakes were made.
Blah, ... How "bout them Cowboys?
Like Old Blevins used to say.
Old Blevins.