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Austin Lounge Lizards, Tom Rush
[Verse 1] - - - We [G] had a little quarrel, she and I. She [C] told me just to curl up and die. I [D] crept out to drown my sorrows. At a joint called no tomorrows. Where the [C] old man came and looked me in the [D] eye . . . Old [G] Blevins
[Verse 2] - - - I could [G] see he had some wisdom to [C] impart. Some [C] story that was etched and burned and stamped upon his heart. Then his [D] eyes began to glisten. 'Cause he could see that I would listen. We [C] sat there at that bar 'til nearly [D] three. And this is what Old [G] Blevins said to me
[Chorus] - - - He said [C] "Blah blah blah blah [G] blah blah blah blah
In Tijuana [C] blah blah [A] blah [D] back in 1963 [C] Blah blah blah blah [G] blah blah blah blah - - - You should have [D] been there blah blah blah" - - - Is what Old [C] Blevins said to [G] me
[Verse 3] - - - I [G] sat there and I listened to his words - - - As they [C] flapped around my head like little birds. - - - Had he [D] gone plumb 'round the bend . . . Or could I just not comprehend . . . His [C] lips were writing [D] lines I could not read. When [G] suddenly, it all came clear to me
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[Chorus] - - - As [C] he said "Blah blah blah blah [G] blah blah blah blah
Them crazy [C] hippies [A] blah blah blah [D] blah no effect on me. - - - [C] Blah blah blah blah [G] blah blah blah blah - - - The great depression [D] blah blah blah" - - - And [C] he would not [G] leave me be.
[Bridge] - - - Old [A] Blevins was still talking when I seized my chance to flee
Back [C] home she's didn't [D] know I'm not the fool I used to be
But [C] I know that a man and [G] woman's lives were somehow changed
By a [C] loathesome toothless [A] geezer, incoherent and [D] deranged
And my [C] memories of that evening fuel an [G] inner-mounting fear
That [C] I might become old [A] Blevins anywhere that they sell [D] beer
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[C] And I'll say "Blah blah blah blah [G] blah blah blah blah
I don't remember [C] blah blah blah [A] blah blah blah - - - [D] Mistakes were made - - - [C] Blah blah blah blah [G] blah blah blah blah - - - How 'bout them [D] Cowboys? Blah blah blah" - - - Like Old [C] Blevins used to [G] say - - - - - - [D] Old [G] Blevins
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And I'll say "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah DAVID RAGAN. - - - blah blah blah FOOD SERVICE IS SO SLOW, - - - I’ll say, Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah YEP, JESSIE SAID THAT, - - - blah blah blah Like Old Blevins said to me, Old Blevins.
A Old Blevins, Austin Lounge Lizards, Tom Rush
We had a little quarrel, she and I, She told me just to curl up and die, I crept out to drown my sorrows, At a joint called “No Tomorrows”, 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 stamped and burned into his heart, Then his eyes began to glisten, ‘Cause he knew that I would listen,
We sat in that ol’ bar ’til nearly three. And this is what Old Blevins said to me,
He said “Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah In Tijuana,
blah blah blah back in ‘63, He said, Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, You should have been there 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 clear ’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.
As he said “Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Them crazy hippies, Blah blah blah no effect on me, He said, Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah How ‘bout them Steelers, blah blah And he would not let me be.
Old Blevins was still talking when I seized my chance to flee,
Back home she’s never known I’m not the fool I used to be,
But I know that a man and woman’s lives were somehow changed, By a loathesome toothless geezer, incoherent and deranged,
For my memories of that evening fuel an inner mounting fear,
That I might become old Blevins anywhere that they sell beer.
And I’ll say “Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah me & Bobby Dylan blah blah blah the songs he stole from me,
I’ll say, Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah A Million Seller,
blah blah blah Like Old Blevins said to me, Old Blevins.
