Well this town has closed down way too early. And there's nothin' to do. So I'm drivin' around in circles and I'm thinkin' about you. Today I heard you got a new last name,.
By now I really should be over you. But I might as well just give up tryin`. You've got what's missin` deep inside me. And I want it back, girl you know it's mine.
This life I chose. It's always been hard. Lots of tattoos and scars and broken hearts. And a woman's love. Even hard for me to find. Keeping one's tough when you're gone all the time.
Well, I can see you're dancing every dance with her. And it seems to me you're dancing much too close to her. When you're sitting at our table you're sitting next to her.
Floatin' away like a bottle in the water. Sun down here just feels a little hotter. Burnin' away today 'cause I ain't got her no more, no more. Somethin' kinda dark about stone white beaches.
I saw you walking down the street last night,. I saw him walking by your side,. I saw the way he stopped and held you tight,. I saw the look in your eyes,.
1, 2, 3, 4. . I sleep better with crickets singin'. Windows open and doors ain't even locked. Southern by the grace of God. . Old men sittin' in cold beer joints.
Mom and Dad have worked the fields. I don't know how many years. I'm just a boy but I know how. And go to school when work is slow. . We have seen our country's roads.
Drinking black market vodka in the back of the Scottsman's saloon. Then it's red meat and whiskey like a coyote drunk on the moon. Outside in Oslo the buskers' all sing the same tune.
There's a Mexican dead on a power line. He's deader than yesterday?s communion wine. He was trying to get something he couldn't afford for free. A poor man stealing electricity.
Out on the freight line there's an old hobo camp. Where a drunk man lay sleepin' in a ragged old tram. And the lines on his face mark a life on the run.
My name is Juanano de Castro. My father was a Spanish Grandee. But I won my wife in a card game. To hell with those lords o'er the sea. . Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely.
Barcelona is a woman's town women everywhere. Barcelona is a woman's eyes, raven gypsy hair. I got drunk in Barcelona and then she walked away from me.
(Bob Dylan). . Old Reilly stole a stallion. But they caught him and they brought him back. And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground. With an iron chain around his neck..
I'm goin' away to leave you, love. I'm goin' away for a while. But I'll return to you sometime. If I go ten thousand miles. . The storms are on the ocean.
Sun's gonna shine in my backdoor someday sun's gonna shine in my backdoor someday. Sun's gonna shine in my backdoor someday March wind's gonna blow my blues all away.
I can hear the whistle blowin' I am lonesome as can be. Tonight the rain is saftly fallin' and it's fallin' just for me. Looking back along the road I travel the miles could tell a million tales.
Oh, the builders of this world have no use for me. While they were praising men of this world, I've been on my knees. But someday, I'll be needed there and I'll get my reward.
Now someone took my place with you. Now you tell me we are through. Someone broke my heart in two. When they took my place with you. . Now someone left me here to cry.
I've been here a month or more stuck in this ol' city. Folks that have to call this home, they the ones I pity Lord I'm homesick. and blues are the only tunes I ever seem to pick.