Half Buck Highway
Been walking down that Half Buck Highway - Been walking since yesterday noon, Three beers down the fourth is waiting At home with my sweet baby blue. But Baby has shut the door on me, It's not opening any time soon, So I'm walking down that Half Buck Highway Heading for that silvery moon. The shiners have shut down their stills tonight Not gonna be running any time soon, So I'm walking down that Half Buck Highway Heading right on home to you. I'm standing outside your window Throwing stones Howling at the moon, The memory of your sweetness Brings me right on home to you. Yes I've been walking down that Half Buck Highway Been walking since yesterday noon, Three beers down the fourth is waiting At home with my sweet baby Blue. She said "Dear, your beer is getting warm And my bed is getting cold, While you've been walking down that Half Buck Highway I've been sitting here getting old!" I said "Baby open the door for me, Let me on inside," She said "no chance it's just not happening... Least not any time tonight!" She said "Get on down that Half Buck Highway And pick me a wild flower And bring me a quart of that Minnesota moonshine And I'll open my door in an hour.." So I'm getting on down that Half Buck Highway, My baby, she sent me, For a quart of that Minnesota moonshine... And to see what I could see!
So here I am, not wanting to mess with Loretta, and wondering if I could write a song for Blaze..Here it is…Half Buck Highway…by me…
I have been amusing myself writing country songs after the being subjected to the mindless pap of new country and pillaging of Townes Van Zandt to no avail at all, except making me shudder and run to watch youtube videos of Blaze Foley singing clay pigeons so sweetly it could make the Venus De Milo open her arms in joy. If I ever feel the world too hostile a place to exist in, I listen to the dirty, drunk hobo highway hitchhiking Blaze sing about starting over again and helping a woman on the greyhound feel safe with her kids. It is one of the most comforting songs I can think of. I too have my castle of memories that I go to, just like Blaze does. I am sitting here crying my heart out for what I lost, and I am thankful I still can cry. I am thankful that my heart isn’t so stony hard through the abuse of men upon it, that I can still feel tender and loving and sad. By all rights I should be one hard hearted unfeeling bitch. At least I am not that, I am not that at all.
Me and Blaze, a most unlikely couple, huh. Blaze had soul, his music has that elusive heart. What more can you ask for? Here is Blaze. I hope he would have liked the song.