A story inspires by Tamara Saviano's book "Without Getting Killed or Caught" about the life of Guy Clark as it inner twined with his wife Susannah and best friend Townes Van Zant

Lyrics

THE FINAL CURTAIN – SMonroe

My best friend's in love with my wife
She loves him back that much and more
Her love for me is true I think I might love him that much too
it was a love they could not consummate
See I came in first he was just a little too late

Creativity came first and it was pouring thru our veins
Like the whiskey we were pouring that disengaged the brain
Writing songs and livin’ hard was the pleasure that we found
We wouldn't change a thing 'til the final curtain comes down

Man we pushed it to the edge we were a freight train full of tunes
There was lots of singin and playin and those phone calls between the 2
We’d drink and fight and write and she would paint just like she knew
The 3 of us were table legs and each needed more than 2

Creativity came first and it was pouring thru our veins
Like the whiskey we were pouring that disengaged the brain
Writing songs and livin’ hard was the pleasure that we found
We wouldn't change a thing 'til the final curtain comes down

We never missed a chance to go howlin’ at the moon
We would make ourselves bleed and we would put it in a tune
The freight train kept on rollin’ without an engineer
We’d just stoke her full of fire and push it into gear

Too much is just too much and it finally catches up
He was gone like a smoke ring in the breeze
She could not adjust the 3 of us had turned to 2
She just gave up and I tried Lord there was nothin’ I could do

Oh I continued on down thru those heart worn open fields
I had songs to write and I had boats to build
When I ran out of gas well it was my time to pass
So won’t you think of me and raise a glass or two
See I did it just the way I wanted to

Creativity came first and it was pouring thru our veins
Like the whiskey we were pouring that disengaged the brain
Writing songs and livin’ hard was the pleasure that we found
We wouldn't change a thing 'til the final curtain comes down
Writing songs and livin’ hard was the treasure that we found
We didn't change a thing and the final curtain came down
We never change a thing and that final curtain has come down
I’d play the Red River Valley……..