When the wind don't blow in Amarillo. And the moon along. The Gunnison don't rise. Shall I cast my dreams. Upon your love, babe. And lie beneath. The laughter of your eyes.
Well, I'm standin' with my head bowed down, now. That ain't right, that ain't wrong. It's just a feelin' but I can't shake it. Well, I keep on tryin' but it's been so long.
When the bandits have stolen your jewelry and gone. And your crippled young gypsy, he's grown tall and strong. And your dead misconceptions have proven you wrong.