Townes Van Zandt - Thunderbird Wine lyrics

By townes van zandt Among the strangest things I ever heard Was when a friend of mine said "man, let's get some thunderbird" I said "what's that? " he just started to grin Slobbered on his shirt, his eyes got dim He said "you got fifty-nine cents? " I said "yeah, I got a dollar, but don't be a smart-aleck I ain't gonna spend it on no indian relic" And he said "thunderbird's not an old indian trinket, It's a wine, man, you take it home and drink it." I said "it sure don't sound like wine to me" And he said he'd bet me the change from my dollar We hustled on down to the nearest u-tate-um The guy wanted my id, I whipped her out and showed him He got a green bottle from the freezing vault My friend started doing backward somersaults Through the cottage cheese Took it back to his house, started drinkin' Pretty soon I set in to thinkin' "man, this thunderbird tastes yummy, yummy, yummy And I know it's doing good things to my tummy, tum..., t..." It's so you reason when your on that crap Got a few more bottles, chugged them down I pulled myself up off the ground Decided I go see my dearest sweet wife Who met me at the door with a carving knife Said "get them damn grape peel from between your teeth." I could see we're gonna have a little misunderstanding I said "dear, I better get in touch with you later" She said "forget it, man, you're never touchin' me again!" Now I've seen the light and heard the word And I'm staying away from that ol' dirty thunderbird A message come from heaven radiant, and fine, All I drink now is communion wine Six days a week