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 tell he had some wisdom to
impart Some story that was etched and burned and stamped
Upon his heart Then his eyes began to glisten
'Cause he could see that I would listen We sat
there at that 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 1963
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 plumb
'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 Then crazy hippies blah blah
blah blah no effect on me Blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah The great depression blah blah blah And he
would not leave 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 Buy I know that a man
and woman's lives were somehow changed By a loathesome
toothless geezer, incoherent and deranged And my memories
of that evening fuel and 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 I
don't remember blah blah blah blah blah blah Mistakes
were made Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah How
'bout them Cowboys? blah blah blah Like Old Blevins
used to say Old Blevins
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 tell he had some wisdom to
impart Some story that was etched and burned and stamped
Upon his heart Then his eyes began to glisten
'Cause he could see that I would listen We sat
there at that 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 1963
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 plumb
'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 Then crazy hippies blah blah
blah blah no effect on me Blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah The great depression blah blah blah And he
would not leave 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 Buy I know that a man
and woman's lives were somehow changed By a loathesome
toothless geezer, incoherent and deranged And my memories
of that evening fuel and 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 I
don't remember blah blah blah blah blah blah Mistakes
were made Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah How
'bout them Cowboys? blah blah blah Like Old Blevins
used to say Old Blevins