(Hank CardConrad Deisler)

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 that bar 'til nearly three

And this is what Old Blevins said to me

He said