Clay Pigeons

John Prine tells a tale about feeding the pigeons some clay and turning life on its head. 

'Clay Pigeons' by Blaze Foley

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station 

Gonna buy a ticket to ride 

I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids 

And sit down by her side 

Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around 

About two or three times 

Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat 

Sing my song for the people I meet 

And get along with it all Where the people say "y'all" 

Sing a song with a friend 

Change the shape that I'm in 

And start playin' again 

I'd like to stay 

But I might have to go to start over again 

I might go back down to Texas 

Or go to somewhere that I've never been 

And get up in the mornin' and go out at night 

And I won't have to go home 

Get used to bein' alone 
Change the words to this song 

And start singin' again 

I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for answers 

To questions that I already know 

I could build me a castle with memories 

Just to have somewhere to go 

Count the days and the nights that it takes 

To get back in the saddle again 

Feed the pigeons some clay 

Turn the night into day 

And start talkin' again, when I know what to say 

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station 

Gonna buy a ticket to ride 

I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids 

And sit down by her side 

Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around 

About two or three times 

Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat 

Play my song for the people I meet 

And get along with it all 

Where the people say "y'all" 

Feed the pigeons some clay 

Turn the night into day 

And start talkin' again, when I know what to say