I'll Show Me - Rodney Crowell

It’s Lady’s Night at the Blue Gazelle

Local talent looks alive and well

All dressed up with my slack britches on

I don’t get lucky, man, there’s something wrong

Caddo Pool Hall down the Rue De Nowhere

Eight shots loaded, yeah man I’ve been there

«Hey, watch this» is what I said to the pool shark

«I can make it shooting in the dark»

A hundred dollars on an eight-ball call shot

Can’t scratch now, 'cause that’s all I’ve got

I’ll show me

I’ll show me

Man seeking unemployment

No gig too big to blow

Self-destruct for own enjoyment

Another knucklehead who can’t say no

Blame a woman for the way I am

Much too easy, no thank you, ma’am

How’d I ever get this far, you might ask

I’m here to tell you it was no small task

I don’t need a map to show me where

I should be, 'cause I don’t care

I’ll show me

I’ll show me

I kind of see myself as a young Richard Burton

Reading Dylan Thomas to some Welsh coquette

Drinking whiskey in a Swansea tavern

Me and trouble are a sure-fire bet

Well, how 'bout this then: I’m a suave bullfighter

Or maybe a war correspondent for the BBC

Why, aye man my load feels lighter

Another Jameson should set me free

I don’t want to have to feel or think

Bartender, pour me one more drink

I’ll show me

I’ll show me

Ain’t it always like the old man said

You keep it simple or you’ll wind up dead

I’ll show me

I’ll show me

I’ll show me

I’ll show me