Ballad Of Cody by Bill Wilson (Austin) Lyrics

Quote from the song “Ballad Of Cody” by Bill Wilson (Austin)

It's a rainy night in San Antone
On the corner, Cody stands alone
It's pourin' and the lights don't wanna change
Every passing, splashing car must know his name
But he's spent twenty dollars fixin' up his brain
And doesn't mind to play the game

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Ballad Of Cody”

• Produced: Bob Johnston
• Written: Bill Wilson (Austin)
• Recorded At: Ray Stevens Sound Labratory, Nashville
• Release Date: 1973

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Ballad Of Cody” Released in 1973

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It's a rainy night in San Antone
On the corner, Cody stands alone
It's pourin' and the lights don't wanna change
Every passing, splashing car must know his name
But he's spent twenty dollars fixin' up his brain
And doesn't mind to play the game

With a torn guitar case in his hand
He's heading for a one night stand
Some soapbox stage where Cody sings his blues
With eyes closed as he strums and taps his boots
Locked inside the chambers of his moods
The only place he's ever known

(Chorus)
To tranquilize the tension in his soul
Finance another bottle for thе cold
And lay away the thought of growing old
Till tomorrow has been sold

Every note hе's forced to share
With the laughing drunks and the jukebox glare
Half the time he's halfway out of key
With the oriental flat box on his knee
That he got back from some hock shop down the street
With the ten he made last week
Bootleg wine and westbound trains
Meantown women and bad cocaine
He sings of the changes that he's left behind
Still shackled in the dungeons of his mind
A place of pain he never could define
If each song had a thousand lines
(Chorus)
To tranquilize the tension in his soul
Finance another bottle for the cold
And lay away the thought of growing old
Till tomorrow has been sold

(Chorus)
To tranquilize the tension in his soul
Finance another bottle for the cold
And lay away the thought of growing old
Till tomorrow has been sold