To get in the proper Texas frame of mind - just pretend there's a lazy country fiddle playing in the background… Luckenbach Moon written by Hondo Crouch (recorded on the general store front porch in Luckenbach, Texas) From the stupendous double record album/CD by Jerry Jeff Walker A Man Must Carry On Nuthin' much happened in Luckenbach this month 'Cept the potato chip man came by And then there was the moon... We try to tell folks who come here to look at our town… What a big, mean moon we have But nobody'll believe it And last night it showed off The greatest ever It just hung there, darin' you to look at it Makin' silhouettes into things, and things came alive It even shined plumb to the bottom of the canyon, under bluffs And plopped dark doughnuts 'round the bottom of the trees on top of the mountain. It's a kind of moon that makes haunted houses uglier And ugly girls prettier And little old animals see farther and feel closer together Brave weeds rose up to look 'round for lawn mowers Grandpa sat up in bed and said, What's that? And the hair on Grandma's legs stood on end He said, On moon brite nites like this Big eyed deer tip-toe into larger openings and dance better 'Cause they can see where the rocks are at And their prancing gets fancier and freer 'Cause they know man's not there to dampen the dance This kind of moonshine makes you crazy, they say If you try sleeping in it... But I think you're crazy not to try it. Momma slept with the baby to protect it And I flounced around in bed in spite of being protected by a thick rock house When I went outside to see what was the matter Somethin' scared cold chills up my back Everything was standin' at attention over new shadows Then what was that that moved? Just probably a nuthin'! A big full moon is like a person It needs help to show off And last night all the clouds stayed home on purpose to create a great solo We can't stand an encore! Takes too much out of you. Those who saw the moon said they could smell it... And one said it tasted like sin And the quietness at the parkside road was deafening And the little single couple sittin' there touched the back of their hands together Scare me! We've been tellin' strangers who come to Luckenbach 'bout our moon But I know they won't believe we have such a big moon For such a small town. Copyright 1973 Grape Creek Music BMI back