First Street Blues

Don Lowance, the man who plays guitar with me, and i

were born in a small town.

And we kinda think it was a different sort of small

town because in our town, we had a dragon and people

used to make up stories about the dragon.

Sinse the stories were made up most of them started:

"Once upon a time, there was a very friendly dragon",

except people didn't have any way of knowing that the

dragon was friendly so they shot at him with guns and

threw rocks at him. And the dragon being a sort of a

poor sport, he ate a lot of those people up.

Now, the dragon was messing up their senses, something

fierce until one day he wandered into the store that

sold spirits, and after making a fast brunch of the

owner and four emplyees, he broke into this wine

barrel.

And that did it, from that day on the dragon was not

only a friendly dragon, he was a happy friendly dragon.

And now all he does is walk up and down the streets of

our small town and tap people on their shoulders and

ask them for a little change so he can buy some of that

stuff that he likes better than people.

Buddy can you spare a dime

For a little glass of wine

Buddy don't you pity me

Just one drink then I'll be

In a world all my own

The only place I call home

Where no hurt can get to me

And no one but me can see

Pretty flowers dance and sing

Laughter is a common thing

Where no hate has ever been

'Cause I won't let it in

By the warm purple flame

Every little grape calls my name

As it climbs on the fire

And makes the fire burn higher

Higher than it's ever been

Time and space mean nothing then

I fall about a mile or two

So pardon me if I ask you

Buddy can you spare a dime

And that's the story of the little town that Don and i

was born in and our dragon, fairly strange story.