It’s pretty clear you’re tired of waiting
Yellow afternoon is fading
No place to go, but I’d stumble out of here if I were able
Leave the bottle on the table
It’s not the end I would have chosen
You know, I never could have told you
I’d be done in by the women in a place like Tularosa
Mm, hmm
Give me a song about a stranger who escapes
With every heart he’s ever stolen
Give me one less beggar’s night and I’ll be satisfied and gone
You should have seen me up in Denver
Too many women to remember
Every one of them with eyes for me, and all their hearts so tender
Mouths like burning embers
I took my fill and took the southbound
And I discovered in the small towns
My daddy’s eyes and my mama’s smile settled ‘em right down
Mm, hmm
Don’t take much to be a rich man
Just a silver tongue and some golden hands
But the thieving years and these women here will turn it all to sand
You’re just a bum out in the badlands
Give me a song about a stranger who escapes
With every heart he’s ever stolen
Give me one less beggar’s night and I’ll be satisfied and gone
Ooh, your steel rails don’t sing to me no more
Ooh, this life don’t mean a thing to me no more
Tularosa
I thought I’d die in a young girl’s arms
With naked angels and the sound of guitars
But now nothing holds me but the cold and spinning mercy of the stars
Mm, hmm
Give me a song about a stranger who escapes
With every heart he’s ever stolen
Give me one less beggar’s night and I’ll be satisfied and gone
Copyright 2016 Maggie Wing (BMI)