Vince Gill – Nothin’ Like A Guy Clark Song Lyrics

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Nothin’ Like A Guy Clark Song by Vince Gill

Old friend and boats And stuff at works
A randall knife an old blue shirt
Strong and steady like texas dirt
It’s a place to hide when you really hurt
Well coleman bonner and sis draper
a worn-out fiddle case
Old skinny dennis
I can still hear him singing bass
Well that workbench was a holy place
His favorite picture: Susanna’s face

There ain’t nothing like a guy clark song
When you’re feeling fragile, afraid you don’t belong
If it’s lonely road you’re traveling on
There ain’t nothing like a guy clark song

Homegrown tomatoes and a dallas w—-
A girl named rita doing a slow [?] across a dance hall floor
He rolled his own and he loved to roar
Man, it’s been ove 40 years since we shared that stage of the troubadou

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There ain’t nothing like a guy clark song
When you’re feeling fragile, afraid you don’t belong
If it’s lonely road you’re traveling on
There ain’t nothing like a guy clark song

Well what you do when your heroes die?
Man, you let ’em roll
You let ’em fly
‘Cause desperadoes don’t worry or wonder why
Well, son of a b—- old rodney’s gonna miss you guy

There ain’t nothing like a guy clark song
When you feel abandoned and you friends are gone
If it’s lonely road you’re traveling on
There ain’t nothing like a guy clark song

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