Clayton McDonald Ford Songtext
von Two Timer

We met him a few years ago at Wet Willies and believe me
A man who asks you for sausage and dumplings when you first meet him
Can be special
And suddenly we′re in Shack up in the rich house
And Luke is buried in mud
Willie is setting his amp in the living room, and there is him
Smiling with his entire beard

He says, gentlemen it will be a perfect extended weekend
You know, I know a guy who knows a guy, we're going to have fun
He lays out his toys with that weird milky tube
And spells the green smoke
It turns out that green smoke also has a mobile version
You know, for the car

At sixty-one interstate he won′t shut his mouth
We've barely taught him to curse in Polish and already
We were hearing anthems about licking pussy

He loses us on the Beale Street
Just to take a picture with not so pretty girl
For a beer and the smoke


He is everywhere
He has a smile and a kind word for everyone
He is like earth, he feeds and cares for us
Like a mother with a breast full of milk, like water from a spring
The man, the friend, the institution

Blessed be his name

Clayton McDonald Ford
Clayton McDonald Ford

Clayton McDonald Ford
Clayton McDonald Ford

We had the days of our lives and
Under the cloak of night
Clay took out his toys and shouted
Guys let's light the pipe

Luke said it doesn′t work
And he is always wiser
It doesn′t matter how much I smoke
Fuck this vaporizer!

We didn't have to wait five minutes
As we sat in our shed
Something has changed in the air
Doubting Thomas went to bed


Before he went, he slowly said
This trip is pretty mean
I have some visions in my head
God bless Clayton and his machine!