We had a little quarrel, she and I She told me just to curl up and die I crept out to drown my sorrows At a joint called no tomorrows Where the old man came and looked me in the eye Old Blevins I could tell he had some wisdom to impart Some story that was etched and burned and stamped Upon his heart Then his eyes began to glisten 'Cause he could see that I would listen We sat there at that bar 'til nearly three And this is what Old Blevins said to me He said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah In Tijuana blah blah blah back in 1963 Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah You should have been there blah blah blah Is what Old Blevins said to me I sat there and I listened to his words As they flapped around my head like little birds Had he gone plumb 'round the bend Or could I just not comprehend His lips were writing lines I could not read When suddenly, it all came clear to me As he said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Then crazy hippies blah blah blah blah no effect on me Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah The great depression blah blah blah And he would not leave me be Old blevins was still talking when I seized my chance to flee Back home she's never known I'm not the fool I used to be Buy I know that a man and woman's lives were somehow changed By a loathesome toothless geezer, incoherent and deranged And my memories of that evening fuel and inner mounting fear That I might become old Blevins anywhere that they sell beer And I'll say "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I don't remember blah blah blah blah blah blah Mistakes were made Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah How 'bout them Cowboys? blah blah blah Like Old Blevins used to say Old Blevins