Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to thenStage with a Martin guitar and a six packnYeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star statennAnd I was young enoughnTo think I was good enough to be his opening actnAnd in a cloud of smoke he took another tokenAnd counted one, two, threenAnd I knew right there just breathing his airnWhat I wanted to benn[Chorus]nBuckaroos and jaded loversnL.A. freeway and redneck mothernMothers who had raised a son so wellnTalking outlawed, long hair loners and stonersnSinging about to come back home andnMost likely too far gone to get therennHey, Kix, that was 76nThat was just enough beer to get us through the setnAnd get as high as our crowdnWe got 700 miles Jerry, we gotta gonYou?re out of your mind; you'll never make it on timenWhy not just have another roundnnOh, we were trying get paidnJust trying to get laidnLiving on lovenSleeping on the stagenJust turn another pagenNever thinking we?d ever grow upnn[Chorus]nnWell, the way I recall the 70'snWe were down in Austin and the establishment werenSaying we were wasting our timenThe next thing I knownWe were making more money than we could countnWe?re all being sued by the IRSnAnd having more fun than the law allowednnYeah, I'm talking loners and stonersnAnd sing about to come back homenAnd most likely too far gone to get there.nYeah, they were all most likely too far gone to get therennJerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to thenStage with a Martin guitar and a six packnTools of the trade son