Written by Guy Clark covered on The Late Great Townes Van Zandt
Me & this friend named streetlife brown
We got a bottle of red and walked uptown
One hand on the jug and one on time
He said I bet you a dollar against this next line, I said
Don t let the sunshine fool ya
Don t let the bluebirds tool ya
Don t let the women do ya
Put your hand in mine
oh advice is fine if you ve got a mind
To listen to the end that s got the time
But the muse ll get ya if you don t watch out
He s equipped to know what it s all about
Don t let the sunshine fool ya
Don t let the bluebirds tool ya
Don t let the women do ya
Put your hand in mine
Fanon street in the afternoon
An easy way to get out of tune
But the hard soap salesman he said no dice
When I asked politely for a better price
Don t let that sunshine fool ya
Don t let them bluebirds tool ya
Don t let the women do ya
Put your hand in mine
Well here s a song for you child of mine
I hope you make it through this time
Get yourself a piece of that rainbow pie
No reason in the world that you can t get by
Don t let the sunshine fool ya
Don t let the bluebirds tool ya
Don t let the women do ya
Put your hand in mine
Don t let the sunshine fool ya
Don t let the bluebirds tool ya
Don t let the women do ya
Put your hand in mine
