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Tucson, Arizona. Rising in the heat. Like a mirage. . Tony keeps his Chevy. Like a virgin. Locked in his garage. . He brings it out at midnight. And cruises down.
Tucson, Arizona. Rising in the heat. Like a mirage. . Tony keeps his Chevy. Like a virgin. Locked in his garage. . He brings it out at midnight. And cruises down.
Is it true that I? ve lost you?. Am I not the only one?. After all this pain and sorrow. Darlin?, think of what you? ve done. . Heart to heart, dear. How I need you like the flowers need the dew.
Tell me a secret. Tell me a lie. Tell me the truth if you have to. Say what you see fit. But don't ask me why. Love never seems to last you.. . In times like these.
Watching the sun. Watching it come. Watching it come up over the rooftops.. . Cloudy and warm. Maybe a storm. You can never quite tell. From the morning..
I used to think of myself as a soldier. Holding his own against impossible odds. Badly outnumbered and caught in a crossfire of devils and gods.. . All I ever wanted to be was free.
There's a place in the world. For a gambler. There's a burden that only. He can bear. There's a place in the world. For a gambler,. . And he sees. Oh, yes he sees....
Baby, how could I have been so vain. To make you think that you're the only one to blame.. For all these distances and all of this pain. Baby, how could I have been so blind.
I was walking alone through the lofty San Juans. With a heart full of light and a head full of songs. I was thinking of time and how much it will cost.
The light is long the sun is low. I'm riding fast across this dusty road. But I don't want to be, no I don't want to be. . Above the ridge an eagle flies.
Dawn like an angel, lights on the step. Muting the morning she heralds. Dew on the grass, like the tears the night wept. Gone long before, the day wears old.
I was born by a river. Rolling past a town. Given no direction. Just told to keep my head down.. As I took my position. A man fired a gun. I was so steeped in tradition.
It's Maine.... And it's Autumn. The birches have just begun turning. It's life and it's dying. The lobstermen's boats come returning. With the catch of the day in their holds.
The story is told of the power of gold. And its lure on the unsuspecting. It glitters and shines, it badgers and blinds. And constantly needs protecting.
There's a love in my life neither mistress or wife. And she waits for me every morning by the sea. Where the fishing hawk wheels and the sun warms the seals.
Among the possesions of an outlaw of a low class kind. Is this little bottle of French perfume. Taken as a last thought from a drug store in suburbia.
So many try to capture love. And so many never do. So many hearts are lost. With never a clue.. . So many nights are passed. in sorrow. So many days go by.
She was lost. And I thought I was found. Even so I tried. To bring her in.... . She was young. And I had just begun. To learn that even. Losing men can win..
Grand slam. Your moment's at hand. The day holds a costly bargain. Lost lamb. Asking the lion's share. Homespun. A prodigal son. Comes begging a humble pardon.