Put the horses in the stable
Load the mules on the train
Set your pistols on the table
Leave the dogs out in the rain
Take the money that they gave you
Hide it in a mason jar
Nobo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Robert Earl Keen
There's a soft rain tapping on your window
There's a cool breeze blowing off the bay
A warm flame dancing with our shadows
To music playing far a way
I never meant to stay an hour...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Robert Earl Keen
It's a long strecth of highway
At midnight in New Mexico
It's a small colored light
That shines from your car radio
It's the old motel owner
Who sleeps on a cot
And gives you the v...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Robert Earl Keen
(Jimmy Driftwood)
One night as I lay on my pillow
Moon shining bright as the dawn
I saw a man come-a-walkin'
He had a long chain on
I heard his chain a clankin'
It made a mournfu...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Robert Earl Keen
The lonesome oak tree held it's fire into November
We watched the last brown leaf hit the ground and blow away
An evening gun shot let's him know the hunt is over
A familiar cold m...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Robert Earl Keen
I guess we've come full circle
We're strangers once again
It's hard to know we'd ever come to this
It's funny you were saying how you'd miss
The good ole times
While all alone I'm ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Robert Earl Keen
The man outside he works for me, his name is Mariano
He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom
He says that he comes from a place not far from Guanajuato
That's...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Robert Earl Keen
Mr. Wolf and Mama Bear were banging on the door
I told 'em once, I told 'em twice, don't come 'round here no more
They've stolen all our chickens, they killed our neighbor's cat
La...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Robert Earl Keen
Chorus:
My home ain't in the hall of fame
You can go there but you won't find my name
And my songs don't belong on top forty radio
I'll keep the old back forty for my home
Ain't n...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Robert Earl Keen
I crossed the Mississippi,
Turned south at San Antone
A bowie knife, a woolen coat,
A grip bag on my arm
It's all somebody needs to make it through the land
Walk the night, travel ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Robert Earl Keen