We had a little quarrel, she and I 
She told me just to curl up and die 
I crept out to drown my sorrows,
at a joint called No Tomorrows 
Where the old man came and looked me in the eye 
Old Blevins 
I could tell he had some wisdom to impart 
Some story that was etched and burned and stamped upon his heart 
Then his eyes began to glisten, 'cause he could see that I would listen 
We sat there at the bar 'til nearly three 
And this is what Old Blevins said to me
 
He said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah In Tijuana, 
blah blah blah, back in 1963 
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah You should have been there 
blah blah blah" Is what Old Blevins said to me
I sat there and I listened to his words 
As they flapped around my head like little birds 
Had he gone plumb 'round the bend, or could I just not comprehend 
His lips were writing lines I could not read 
When suddenly, it all came clear to me
 
As he said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 
Them crazy hippies 
blah blah blah blah no effect on me 
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 
The Great Depression blah blah blah" 
And he would not leave me be
 
Old Blevins was still talking when I seized my chance to flee 
Back home she's never known I'm not the fool I used to be 
But I know that a man and a woman's lives were somehow changed 
By a loathsome toothless geezer, incoherent and deranged 
And my memories of that evening fuel an inner mounting fear 
That I might become Old Blevins anywhere that they sell beer
 
And I'll say "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 
I don't remember 
blah blah blah blah blah blah Mistakes were made 
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 
How 'bout them Cowboys? 
blah blah blah" Like Old Blevins used to say 
Old Blevins

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