Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs   On his way to the stage   With a Martin guitar and a six pack   Yeah, and he was the poet of the Lone Star state   And I was young enough to think I was good enough   To be his openin? act      And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke   And counted one, two, three   And I knew right there, just breathin' his air   What I wanted to be      Buckaroos and jaded lovers   L.A. freeway and redneck mother   Mothers who had raised a son so well   Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner's   Singin? about to come back home and   Most likely too far gone to get there      Hey, Kix, that was 76   That was just enough beer to get us through the set   And get as high as our crowd   We got seven hundred miles, Jerry, we gotta go   Yeah, you?re out of your mind, you?ll never make it on time   Why not just have another round      Oh, we were tryin' to get paid, just tryin' to get laid   Livin' on love   Sleepin' on the stage, just turn another page   Never thinkin? we?d ever grow up, oh yeah      Buckaroos and jaded lovers   L.A. freeway and redneck mother   Mothers who had raised a son so well   Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner's   Singin? about to come back home and   Most likely too far gone to get there      Well, the way I recall the 70?s   We were down in Austin and the establishment were sayin'   We were wastin' our time   Next thing I know we were makin? more money   Than we could count them   We?re all bein? sued by the IRS   Havin? more fun than the law allowed      Yeah, I?m talkin' loners and stoner's   And singin? about to come back home and   Most likely too far gone to get there   Yeah, they were most likely too far gone to get there      Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs   On his way to the stage   With a Martin guitar and a six pack      Tools of the trade, son