Lyrics:

Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star state And I was young enough To think I was good enough to be his opening act And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke And counted one, two, three And I knew right there just breathing his air What I wanted to be Chorus Buckaroos and jaded lovers L.A. freeway and redneck mother Mothers who had raised a son so well Talking outlawed, long hair loners and stoners Singing about to come back home and Most likely too far gone to get there Hey, Kix, that was 76 That was just enough beer to get us through the set And get as high as our crowd We got 700 miles Jerry, we gotta go Youre out of your mind; youll never make it on time Why not just have another round Oh, we were trying get paid Just trying to get laid Living on love Sleeping on the stage Just turn another page Never thinking wed ever grow up Buckaroos and jaded lovers L.A. freeway and redneck mother Mothers who had raised a son so well Talking outlawed, long hair loners and stoners Singing about to come back home and Most likely too far gone to get there Well, the way I recall the 70s We were down in Austin and the establishment were Saying we were wasting our time The next thing I know We were making more money than we could count Were all being sued by the IRS And having more fun than the law allowed Yeah, Im talking loners and stoners And sing about to come back home And most likely too far gone to get there. Yeah, they were all most likely too far gone to get there Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack Tools of the trade son