Alleys of Austin - Michael Martin Murphey, Willie Nelson, Lyle Lovett

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

It’s the glory of hanging 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 down on the alleys of Austin

And you

And me