August
you were late picking me up
and I took refuge in a couple of Coors Lights
while I wondered where the hell you were
I mean, your reputation preceeded you
all the scenes in the clubs,
the drunken gigs
the gun you kept
closer than that damn beeper.
I was mad now, it hadn't been a cake walk
for me that week,
what with the new nine to five
and the rock and roll gigs at Toootsie's
till the wee hours
But
you'd been playin' it pretty straight
and you'd been banging those eighty -eights
like the true Texas Tornado
they said you were,
So,
I put up with the shoot out
outside the club
helped you load the Yamaha Baby Grand,
and rode shot gun in your El Camino
havin' a pretty good time
Until now
I was starting on the long necks when you
pulled into the parking lot,
You didn't give me time to talk,
you looked
wild - eyed
tied up in a tirade
about
sorry you were late
there was something you had to do
across town
that came down
to you
and this other guy,
In between the chatter,
I gathered
this was no ordinary day,
But I didn't quite get the gist of it ,
'cause your speech
was scattered,
nothing made sense but your agitation,
I offered to let you off the hook that night
But you said NO
you were glad to be playin'
and I was glad,
cause it would have been hell
with someone cold,
and you were burnin' down the house
on this gig
Anyway,
Your talent kept you cool
in the middle of the heat
we drove to Fort Worth,
Straight into sun
All red
and orange
and yellow,
Where the horizon line
was all you could see for miles and miles and miles,
without so much as a tree
to interfere with the landscape,
At Toosie's
the boys were already playing ,
you jumped on the stage, joining in
some twelve bar
slow blues
and at your first opportunity
showed off with Sea Cruise,
and the crowd was hot and sweaty
by the time you brought me up,
Born Under A Bad Sign,
turned 'em on,
We were right where we Belonged
Up late
Gettin' that Mojo working