Jerry Jeff Walker - Stoney

We walked on out that highway under a clear blue sky,
I'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 while we walked along.

Yeah, ol' Stoney had a magic; made him hard to forget.
Like the night we flew down the highway (his old pickup, it nearly wrecked!)
Was a crazy woman driving, all drunked 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,
Never really caring where that highway goes.

Yeah, Stoney was a liar (a bullshitter!) ain't no doubt about it.
It was just the way he told things, and 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.