Hurricane Party | Pat Byrne

🎵 Hurricane Party | Pat Byrne 🎵 - Length: 0:5:29


Hurricane Party - Written by James McMurtry Recorded Live July 13, 2024 Live from Norfolk Street is an on-going concert series recorded live at McGonigel's Mucky Duck in Houston, Texas. Our live-streamed concert series is listener supported. For access to our catalog of full length shows, extras, encores, and interviews, become a contributing member at: https://livefromnorfolkstreet.com/ Lyrics: The hurricane party's windin' down and we're all waitin' for the end And I don't won't another drink, I only want that last one again He gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow, now I should probably be homeward bound There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down I guess that in the morning I'll go lookin' for my gray-striped cat My old house can take the weather so I'm not too concerned about that It was built to take the wind back in nineteen-and-ten when this was one damned fine town There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down Candles flickered on the back bar and the building was shakin' with the wind I bought a whiskey for the gypsy and she turned my leather back into skin Just a fleeting sense of that rare suspense I once thought made the world go round There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down Open up your back screen door Let me see your face once more My hands are cold and my feet so sore And I can't go on this way And the thoughts come too fast and too many to keep count, best just to let 'em on through Now I'm breaking those glass insulators with my old 22 Off the telephone polls as a half dollar rolls across the knuckles of a rodeo clown There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down My one great love, my God, I can feel her still She ran off to California and now she's living in those Hollywood hills With some bullfrog prince, I've not seen her since Though she calls when he's out of town There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down Open up your back screen door Let me in your space once more I was looking for an easy score But it just don't work that way Some insurance man-biker is yellin' out for one more beer But a part-time pirate just can't get much respect around here We got our problems too, man we'll get to you In just a minute, sit your drunk ass down There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down Now there's water up past the wheel wells of my Ford and I don't guess that it'll run But I left a pack of Winston's on the dash, could you fetch 'em for me son? The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets all day I should know by now There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down

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