Alleys of Austin

Michael Martin Murphey

Out in the alleys of Austin
There's a song on the side of the wall
The bricks and the bottles and the mongrels
Are trying to make sense out of it all
and the moon looks all too familiar
The kids say There ain't no man in there
While the laid back baboon By the light of the Texas moon
Is combing his auburn hair.
He's just combing his auburn hair.

Now out in the alleys of Heaven
There's a funky feeling angel strumming chords.
While the preachers sit and get stoned in their Buicks
Jesus Christ rolls by in his Ford.
And the clouds are like the feathers of sparrows
A thousand different colors of grey.
It's the hustle of the paradise bar room
And the glory of hanging out in space
Lord knows Texans love to hang out in space
In the alleys of Austin and Heaven
The song they're playing is the same.
The jam sessions sound like the gutters
As the muddy licks and sticks roll down the drain
And the drainpipe she rolls out to the river
And the Pedernales flows out to the sea
And the sea waters rise up to Heaven
And rain back down on the alleys of Austin
And you And me

Curiosités sur la chanson Alleys of Austin de Michael Martin Murphey

Sur quels albums la chanson “Alleys of Austin” a-t-elle été lancée par Michael Martin Murphey?
Michael Martin Murphey a lancé la chanson sur les albums “Cosmic Cowboy Souvenir” en 1973 et “Austinology: Alleys of Austin” en 2018.

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