Tom Russell - T-bone steak and spanish wine

^GI took a detour off a Cali^Amfornia run ^DSearching for a joint I played back in 1^G981 ^GUp a rugged canyon there’s that st^Ameakhouse, there’s the bar ^DWhere I played three sets a night with my ol^Gd Martin guitar ^GThe owner she smiled and said it’s been a l^Cong long time ^CHow ya doing cowboy, I said we^Bmll I guess I’m doing fine ^BmI saw that special out on your ch^Amalkboard sign ^DSame old T-Bone steak and a glass of S^Gpanish wine

^GShe smiled and said well not^Am much is new ^DSit on down here and I’ll take a g^Glass with you ^GThe canyon’s been torn apart by wi^Amldfires now ^DWe cater to an mostly older re^Gtired crowd ^GThe music ain’t like what it u^Csed to be ^CWhen you could tear our hearts out in an^Bmy song, in any key ^BmNow it’s all just background n^Amoise to me ^DThe T-Bone steak and the glass of ^Gwine’s on me

^CmThen I looked deep into her eyes I saw my reflection as a much y^Gounger man ^CmThe minstrel kid clawing a path across this wild old h^Gonky tonky land ^CmThen she closed her eyes and we hummed up that old Scotch and S^Goda song Then she said ah the hell w^Amith the past kid, I hope you brought your g^Duitar along

^DT-Bone steak and a glass of S^Cpanish wine ^CThe daily special served from ^Bmfive to nine ^BmCarved in stone on that old c^Amhalkboard sign ^DI played Goodnight Irene at cl^Gosing time ^GAnd the crowd was drunk but they always s^Cang along ^CI took requests for those old c^Bmowboy songs ^Bm’Til last call and the barkeep b^Amanged the gong ^{D D}He yelled goodnight Irene folks ^Gmove along

^CmThen she closed her eyes and I sang a verse of Ain’t It Funny How The T^Gime Slips Away ^CmShe laughed out loud and said cowboy you just took me back to a t^Amhousand yesterdays ^D

^DOne last glass and I headed f^Cor the door ^CShe said so long you ragtime tro^Bmubadour ^BmI said I’ll circle back here d^Amown the line ^DFor a little T-Bone steak and S^Gpanish wine ^GT-Bone steak and a glass of S^Cpanish wine ^CThe daily special served from ^Bmfive til nine ^BmCarved in stone on their old cha^Amlkboard sign ^{D D}I sang Goodnight Irene at c^Glosing time

^GAnd the crowd was drunk but they always s^Cang along ^CI took requests for those old c^Bmountry songs ^Bm’Til it was last call the barkeep ^Ambanged the gong ^DHe yelled goodnight Irene folks m^Gove along

Ain’t it f^Cmunny how the ^Dtime slips a^Gway Ain’t it f^Amunny how the ^Dtime slips a^Cmway Aye a^Gye