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Subject: A Few Comments and a Song
This is "London Homesick Blues", by Gary P. Nunn. Caveat: I have yet
to see a set of published lyrics to this song, so what I'm sending you
is from listening to the recording. I'm writing the lyrics the way he
pronounces the words (and the way I hear them), not necessarily the way
they were written. Should give a few more folks something to bitch
about. Although written and performed by Gary P. Nunn, the song was
originally released on Jerry Jeff Walker's "Viva Terlingua" album,
recorded live at the Luckenbach, TX dancehall in August 1973. The song
is also unofficially known as "Home With the Armadillo" and is the theme
song to Austin City Limits.
London Homesick Blues
Gary P. Nunn
From the album, "Viva Terlingua", by Jerry Jeff Walker, 1973
1st verse
[G] Well, when you're down on your luck,
and you ain't got a buck,
in [D] London you're a goner.
Even London Bridge has fallen down,
and [G] moved to Arizona,
now I know [C] why.
And I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor
is [G] drier than than the Texas sand.
You can put up your dukes, and you can bet your boots
that I'm [D] leavin' just as fast as I can.
Chorus
[G] I wanna go [C] home with the [G] arma [Am] dillo
Good country [C] music from Ama [D] rillo and Abi [G] lene
The friendliest [C] people and the prettiest [D] women you've ever [G]
seen.
2nd Verse
[G] Well, it's cold over here, and I swear
I [D] wish they'd turn the heat on.
And where in the world is that English girl
I [G] promised I would meet on the third [C] floor.
And of the whole damn lot, the only friend I've got
is a [G] smoke and a cheap guitar.
My mind keeps roamin', my heart keeps longin'
to be [D] home in a Texas bar.
Chorus
3rd Verse
[G] Well, I decided that I'd get my cowboy hat
and [D] go down to Marble Art Station.
'Cause when a Texan fancies, he'll take his chances.
[G] Chances will be taken, that's for [C] sure.
And them Limey eyes, they were eyein' the prize
that some [G] people call manly footwear.
And they said you're from down South,
and when you open your mouth,
you [D] always seem to put your foot there.
Repeat chorus 'til the cows come home.
Submitted by Paul Dvorak
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