Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Owen Temple
Owen Temple
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Owen Temple
Owen Temple
Songwriter

Lyrics

James washed dishes at a barbecue place Fifth Street downtown He'd get his pay and go next door To drink his money down And I was just getting started Playing guitar when I met him there I'd finish a song he'd clap his hands No one else would but he didn't care He'd yell out play Whiskey River And I'd play it as best I could I'd take a break and he'd say, man You're really sounding good I shook his rough dishwashing hands As he said his name was James He'd go back to playing that pool Every evening the same old thing He was drinking away every single dollar I'd play the songs that he'd holler He'd clap his hands and make everybody smile No wife, no kids, just a job in Austin No telling all that drinking cost him I haven't seen James in a while I haven't seen James in a while James would ask the bartender For a ride home now and then He said he lived a few blocks down At the Capitol Inn The bartender dropped him off But James walked right on past He didn't quit walking 'til he laid down Beneath a busy underpass He was drinking away every single dollar I'd play the songs that he'd holler He'd clap his hands and make everybody smile No wife, no kids, just a job in Austin No telling all that drinking cost him I haven't seen James in a while I haven't seen James in a while James got drunker than usual And ended up in jail The owner of the barbecue place Came down and paid his bail When they got back to the place She said, "now James I got to let you go" James walked out that door forever And the rest nobody knows He'd been drinking away every single dollar I'd play the songs that he'd holler He'd clap his hands and make everybody smile No wife, no kids, no job in Austin One more thing that the drinking's cost him I haven't seen James in a while I haven't seen James in a while
Writer(s): Owen Temple Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out