re: What are your fave storysongs?

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Edmund Fitzgerald

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Agreed I like this one

El Paso by Marty Robbins

Pancho and Lefty by Willie Nelson

Ruby and Carlos by James McMurtry

Ruby said you're getting us in of world of hurt
Down below the mason dumb arse line the food gets worse
I can't go back to Tennessee
That Nascar country's not for me
Go on if you think you must
Carlos packed his drums up in the dark of night
Ruby standing just outside the front porch light
Chain smoking camel straights
The sky off to the east got grey
And he rolled off in a cloud of dust
And the grey colt nickered at the gate, she said,
\"You're right it's getting late
You and me got work to do
We can't be burning daylight too
She took down the long lead rope
And stayed off that slippery slope
Now aspen trees were turning gold up top
The talk was buzzing round the beauty shop
Wasn't he barely half her age
Well that's just how they do nowadays
We should all have been so lucky
By spring she'd had the run of the free born men
Ruby turned 50 in a sheep camp tent
Her body still could rock all night
But her heart was closed and locked up tight
Potato feids all muddy and brown
The gossip long such quieted down
After one more Coggins test
Pouring coffee for the county vet
Pictures on the ice box door
Carlos in the first gulf war
Black eyed brown and youthful face
Smiling back from a Saudi base
Then Carlos on the big bay mare
Heavier now and longer haired
Looking past the saddle shed
From way on bac inside his head
And the old vet said one day Rube
that colt will break an egg in you
Now and then one comes along
You just can't ride and he went on home
And the storm door didn't catch
It blew back hard as she struck a match
But she cupped it just in time
Then she sent that ashtray flying
And holding back the flood
Just don't do no good
You can't unclench your teeth
To howl the way you should
So you curl your lips around
The taste of tears and the hollow sound
That no one owns but you
No one owns but you
Carlos took the road gig
And he saw it through
He rode the tour bus
While the singer flew
Managed out a music row,
Carlos never saw the studio
The session guys had that all sewn up
He looks out the window
And it starts to sleet
Laying on a friends couch on Nevada street
Lately he's been staying high
Sick all winter and they don't know why
They don't know why or they just won't say
They don't talk much down at the V.A
And Ruby's in his thoughts some times
What thoughts can get out past the wine
He feels her fingers on his brow
And right then he misses how
She looked in that grey morning light
She never shaved like they all do now
He sees it all behind his eyes
And his hands go searching but they come up dry
Half way in that waking dream
Carlos lets the land line ring
He'd never guess it was Ruby calling
A pin in her hip from the grey colt falling
Figure eights and a lazy lope
Stumbled on that slippery slope
Holding back the flood
Just don't do no good
You can't unclench your teeth
To howl the way you should
So you curl your lips around
The taste of tears and the hollow sound
That no one owns but you
No one owns but you