Guy Clark - No Deal Lyrics
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No Deal
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What Are The Lyrics For No Deal By Guy Clark?
Now this man down at the used car lot
Tried to sell me four wheels and a trunk. I said, "Man, there is no engine!", He said, "The engine's just a bunch of junk. You don't need no engine to go downhill And I could plainly see, that that's the direction You're headed in", and he handed me the keyes. (I said) No deal you can't sell this stuff to me No deal, I'm going back to Tennessee Well, I went to a doctor of the highest order, He said I couldn't have a drink for a year. One glass of wine on my birthday If my birthday wasn't too very near. Lord, he must have put me in a state of shock 'cause I made it for about two weeks Then he sent me a bill That knocked me flat off the wagon And back down on my feet. When true love knocked upon my door She'd just barely turned fifteen And I was a little bit nervous If you know just what I mean. But I've heard somewhere That true love conquers all And I figured that was that Then I started having dreams 'bout Being chased out of town Wearing nothing but my cowboy hat. Well, I come through this life a stumbler, my friends I expect to die that way It could be twenty years from now It could be most any day. But if there is no whiskey and women, Lord, Behind them heavenly doors I'm gonna take my chances down below, And of that you can be sure. |
Who Wrote No Deal By Guy Clark?
Townes Van Zandt
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What's The Duration Of The No Deal By Guy Clark?The duration of No Deal is 3:19 minutes and seconds. |
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