Biography:
Guy Charles Clark (November 6, 1941 - May 17, 2016)[1] was a Grammy Award winning American Texas Country and folk singer, musician, songwriter, recording artist, and performer. He has released more than twenty albums, and his songs have been recorded by other artists including Jerry Jeff Walker, Jimmy Buffett, Lyle Lovett, Ricky Skaggs, Steve Wariner, and Rodney Crowell. Guy Clark won the 2014 Grammy Award for Best Folk Album: My Favorite Picture Of You.
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Other songs:
- Desperados Waiting For A Train
- A Little Of Both
- A Nickel For The Fiddler
- Anyhow I Love You
- Bag Of Bones
- Baton Rouge
- Black Diamond Strings
- Black Haired Boy
- Boats To Build
- Broken Hearted People
- Cold Dog Soup
- Dancin Days
- Dublin Blues
- El Coyote
- Forever For Always For Certain
- Fort Worth Blues
- Hanging Your Life On A Wall
- Hell Bent On A Heartache
- Heros
- Home Grown Tomatoes
- Homeless
- Howd You Get This Number
- I Dont Love You Much Do I
- Immigrant Eyes
- Indian Cowboy
- Instant Coffee Blues
- La Freeway
- Like A Coat From The Cold
- Lone Star Hotel
- Magdaline
- Magnolia Wind
- Maybe I Can Paint Over That
- Me Im Feelin The Same
- Mud
- My Favorite Picture Of You
- My Marie
- Off The Map
- Old Friends
- Out In The Parkin Lot
- Picassos Mandolin
- Red River
- Rita Ballou
- Shade Of All Greens
- She Aint Goin Nowhere
- Soldiers Joy 1864
- South Coast Of Texas
- Stuff That Works
- Texas 19
- Texas 1947
- That Old Time Feeling
- The Ballad Of Laverne And Captain Flint
- The Cape
- The Carpenter
- The Dark
- The Guitar
- The Houston Kid
- The Last Gunfighter Ballad
- Tornado Time In Texas
- Watermelon Dream
- Wild Man From Borneo
- Worry Be Gone
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Capo 2
[Verse]
C F
The south coast of Texas, that's a thin slice of life
G C
It's salty and hard, it is stern as a knife
F
Where the wind is for blowin' up, hurricanes for showin'
G C
Snakes how to swim and trees how to lean
[Chorus]
F
And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
C G
Drinkin' 'em down for they sail with the dawn
F
They're bound for the Mexican bay of Campeche
C G C
And the deck hands are singin' "Adios, Jole Blon"
C F
There's snow birds in search of that sunshine and nightlife
G C
Fond of greasin' palms down the beach as they're goin'
F
Ah, this livin' on the edge of the waters of the world
G
demands
The dignity of whoopin' cranes and the likes of Gilbert
C
Roland
[Chorus]
F
And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
C G
Drinkin' 'em down for they sail with the dawn
F
They're bound for the Mexican bay of Campeche
C G C
And the deck hands are singin' "Adios, Jole Blon"
[Verse]
C F
In the cars of my youth, how I tore through those sand dunes
G C
And cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads
F
But, nothin' lasts forever say the old men in the shipyards
G
Turnin' trees into shrimp boats; hell, I guess they oughta
C
know
[Chorus]
F
And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
C G
Drinkin' 'em down for they sail with the dawn
F
They're bound for the Mexican bay of Campeche
C G C
And the deck hands are singin' "Adios, Jole Blon"
[Verse]
C F
The south coast of Texas, that's a thin slice of life
G C
It's salty and hard, it is stern as a knife
F
Where the wind is for blowin' up, hurricanes for showin'
G C
Snakes how to swim and trees how to lean
[Chorus]
F
And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
C G
Drinkin' 'em down for they sail with the dawn
F
They're bound for the Mexican bay of Campeche
C G C
And the deck hands are singin' "Adios, Jole Blon"
C F
There's snow birds in search of that sunshine and nightlife
G C
Fond of greasin' palms down the beach as they're goin'
F
Ah, this livin' on the edge of the waters of the world
G
demands
The dignity of whoopin' cranes and the likes of Gilbert
C
Roland
[Chorus]
F
And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
C G
Drinkin' 'em down for they sail with the dawn
F
They're bound for the Mexican bay of Campeche
C G C
And the deck hands are singin' "Adios, Jole Blon"
[Verse]
C F
In the cars of my youth, how I tore through those sand dunes
G C
And cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads
F
But, nothin' lasts forever say the old men in the shipyards
G
Turnin' trees into shrimp boats; hell, I guess they oughta
C
know
[Chorus]
F
And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
C G
Drinkin' 'em down for they sail with the dawn
F
They're bound for the Mexican bay of Campeche
C G C
And the deck hands are singin' "Adios, Jole Blon"
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