By townes van zandt
Could it be the seasons changin
The winds of winter rearranging
All the leaves like fallin queens of sorrow
Could be the freezing rain a-fallin
Could be sad september callin
Or maybe its knowin shell be gone
Come tomorrow
Well, its strange how many tortured mornings
Fell upon us with no warning
Lookin for a smile to beg and borrow
Its over now, there is no returning
A thousand bridges sadly burning
And light the way I have to walk alone
Come tomorrow
I guess that no amount of lying
To myself will stop the crying
I guess I have to take things like they are
The facts are plain to see, its only
That I aint used to being lonely
Like Im gonna be without you
Come tomorrow
Come tomorrow
Best thing about Townes was that he never became HUGELY commercially successful thereby losing his touch with the common folk. Yet his peers, EmyLou, Steve
Earle, Willie, even Springsteen point to him as one of the greatest songwriters/singers ever
Townes Van Zandt "Live at the old quarter" is the best album /cd ever made by any artist in any genre any style any format any way shape or form period hands down or hands up till every cow that ever was returns to any home they came from and all the fat ladies + some skinny ones and the ones that are just big boned sing all at once