My mom had a stroke awhile back and this is a song I wrote. when she was still in the hospital. It's a cool, warm morning on a January day. And for the first time, I've got nothing to say. So, I slowl
Little death, witchy hex. Leave disturbance in my head. Cowboymouth, Indian blood. Little death, the perfect curse Little death, thief of fire. Love you baby 'til the day I die. Cloven hoof
Cold gray buildings where a hill should be. Steel and concrete closin' in on me. City faces haunt the places I roam alone Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide. Too late to fight now, too tired to
Cold gray buildings, where a hill should be. Steel and concrete closin' in on me. . City faces haunt the places I rode alone. Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide. It's too late to fight now
I am just a lonesome cowboy. And Im traveling all alone. I ain't even got a nickel. To call my baby on the phone Just beyond the mountain lies a city. And I hear it calling me. Saddle up and
midnight rug. And your Spanish manners, and your mother's drugs. And your cowboymouth and your curfew plugs. Who among them do you think could resist you ?. Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands. Where the sad