(Hank Card/Conrad Deisler)We had a little quarrel, she and IShe told me just to curl up and dieI crept out to drown my sorrowsAt a joint called no tomorrowsWhere the old man came and looked me in the eyeOld BlevinsI could tell he had some wisdom to impartSome story that was etched and burned and stampedUpon his heartThen his eyes began to glisten'Cause he could see that I would listenWe sat there at that bar 'til nearly threeAnd this is what Old Blevins said to meHe said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahIn Tijuana blah blah blah back in 1963Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahYou should have been there blah blah blahIs what Old Blevins said to meI sat there and I listened to his wordsAs they flapped around my head like little birdsHad he gone plumb 'round the bendOr could I just not comprehendHis lips were writing lines I could not readWhen suddenly, it all came clear to meAs he said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahThen crazy hippies blah blah blah blah no effect on meBlah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahThe great depression blah blah blahAnd he would not leave me beOld blevins was still talking when I seized my chance to fleeBack home she's never known I'm not the fool I used to beBuy I know that a man and woman's lives were somehow changedBy a loathesome toothless geezer, incoherent and derangedAnd my memories of that evening fuel and inner mounting fearThat I might become old Blevins anywhere that they sell beerAnd I'll say "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahI don't remember blah blah blah blah blah blahMistakes were madeBlah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahHow 'bout them Cowboys? blah blah blahLike Old Blevins used to sayOld Blevins