Stoney Songtext
von Grayson Capps

I first ran into Stoney a bar downtown
Was Richmond, Virginia, we were bumming around
Suitcase to suitcase we started in talking
Finding out about the things we′ve shared in the miles we've been

He had an old gray pillowcase full of books by Durrell
And he had this old concertina, all beat up and played like hell
Until you got him started singing those Gospel songs
Well, he drank all night for nothing, telling stories till dawn

He said, come on, get your bag, boy
Sun′s up now, and it's time to roll!
Ain't no better time than early in the morning
To be out walking down that road

Just feeling a new day beginning
As some fools go rushing on by
We′ll be like some Mr. Independence
We′ll be taking our own sweet time


We walked on out that highway under a clear blue sky
Now he's listening to the tales he told, drinking warm red wine
′Bout the night he rolled seven 'bout some girl he′d done wrong
'Bout everything he could think of as we walked along

Yeah, old Stoney had a magic, made him hard to forget
About the night we flew down the highway
His old pickup, it nearly wrecked
Was a crazy woman driving, all drunken up and carrying on
Till Stoney finally calmed her, singing those Gospel songs

Well, we split the road at Norwood, and he just shook my hand
He said, I′ll see you some place, friend
But you know he never has
But we were that free then, just walking down the road
And never really caring where that highway goes

Stoney was a liar, he bullshitted ain't no doubt about it
It was just the way he told things
Made you never want to doubt him
'Cause he kept you going when the road got rough
And brought you through the lean times by making it up

Said, "Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I′m goin′ to Las Vegas barefoot
With five dollars in my pocket?"
Yeah, you did! Stoney about a hundred and twenty times