Austin Cunningham Buck Clayborn Lyrics

Buck Clayborn Lyrics

His name was Robert Clayborn but the whole town called him Buck

 He didnt have a whole lot cept his cowdog and his truck

 And Id hang out on the front porch of his shack just west of town

 And soak up all his stories til the Texas sun went down

 

 Hed sip his flask of bourbon while I sipped a bottle coke

 Id almost wet my pants yall just laughing at his jokes

 He taught me how to cuss and how to lose at dominoes 

 And how to throw a roundhouse right if it ever came to blows

 

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 We were the toughest hombres

 We were the best of friends 

 And freedom never felt so free

 As sittin there on that front porch way back when 

 When it was Buck Clayborn and me

 

 Now some town folks called him drunkard and they called my Daddy twice

 Concerned that my virtue to be exposed to all Bucks vice

 I can still hear Mrs. Beasley tell my Mama I declare Im afraid to see what
kind of manners your boy picks up down there.

 

 But what a preacher could not teach me about how to talk to God

 I learned from Buck a prayin when we buried his old dog

 He said Please take him to heaven Lord if you let an old dog in 

 And bless dear Mrs. Beasley, shes a peach, Amen.

 

 Sometimes I like to come home, and stand on this very spot

 And though the porch we sat and laughed on is now an asphalt parking lot

 I can still hear his old whiskey voice whisper on the wind sayin

 How bout a game of checkers son, if youre lucky Ill let you win

 

 Whoa, take me back to that front porch once again

 When it was Buck Clayborn and me