Jerry Jeff Walker Stoney Lyrics:
I first ran into Stoney. . . it was a bar
downtown; Was Richmond, Virginia. . . we were
bumming around, Suitcase to suitcase. . . we
started him talking, Finding out about the things
we've shared in the miles we've been.

He had a gray pillowcase full of books by Durrell,
And he had this old concertina, all beat up and
she played like hell, Until you got him started
singing those Gospel songs, Well, he drank all
night for nothing, he told his stories till dawn.

And he said, "Come on, get your bag, boy!
Sun's up now and it's time to roll! Hell, you know
there ain't no better time than early in the
morning To be out walking down that road! Just
feeling another day beginning while some fools
just rushing on by, We'll be like some Mr.
Independence: we're taking our own sweet
time!"

We walked on out that highway under a clear blue
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sky, I's listening to the tales he told, drinking
warm red wine. 'Bout the night he rolled seven;
bout some girl he'd done wrong; 'Bout everything
he could think of while we walked along.

Yeah, ol' Stoney had a magic; made him hard to
forget. Like the night we flew down the highway
(his old pickup, it nearly wrecked!) Was a crazy
woman driving, all drunked up and carrying on;
Till Stoney finally calmed her singing those
Gospel songs.

Well, we split the road at Norwood, and he just
shook my hand. He said, "I'll see you some
place, friend," but you know he never has.
But we were that free then, just walking down the
road, Never really caring where that highway goes.

Yeah, Stoney was a liar (a bullshitter!) ain't no
doubt about it. It was just the way he told
things, and you never want to doubt him. 'Cause he
kept you going when the road got rough, And
brought you through the lean times by making it
up.

"Hey, did I ever tell you the time I married
my cousin up in Las Vegas?" Yeah, Stoney.
Tell it again, will you?
Lyrics: Stoney, Jerry Jeff Walker [end]