Rode in on the daylight
Hair of a million horns
Been 35 hours since proof that I’d ever been born
Never knew what time was
Until her clock rung out
Left the note on the floor
Headed south for invisible towns
I’ll find The Girl from Ft. Worth
A voice of driven snow
Back working at the diner she left so long ago
Never owned a saddle
Never bucked for 8
But now I’ve seen Amarillo by morning
From the interstate
Motel Cathedrals
A little heaven just to be alone
Nobody calling me home
I send my love to The Road
Rode out on the daylight
Eyes of Christmas coal
Been 59 hours since proof that I’ll ever get born
Never knew what joy was
Until my heart broke down
Gave a cut to the devil
Had enough left to spread it around
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Floating on the carpet of lyrics, rhythm and sound. Hunting pedal steel and a wonderful pure voice. Thank you Kiki! And thanks to Gill Landry, for mentioning your name.
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