Ryan Bingham & the Dead Horses
The Poet
And as I get long goneOut where the wind blowsThe desert sky, she flies by for milesAnd as I keep walkin'People keep a-talkin'About things they've never seen or doneHomeless sleep in the parkSweet hearts kiss in the darkI myself just move on through townMoon keeps on shinin'And the rich keep on dinin'And, oh, how I love the highway sunAnd out to the backThe poet writes his songs in bloodWhere the coyotes are callin'The stars keep on fallin'Your mother, she won't be aroundA feather blows down the roadAnd the wind is cold, your wings are brokeAnd your heart is livin' on the runLetras de cancionesLonely and wastedHer eyes replaced itAnd I don't think I'll make another mileTown to town I runMy horse ain't too drunkThe wind is singin' to the sunAnd out to the backThe poet writes his song in bloodBut the jukebox is barkin'I'm just gettin' startedI've yet to see the light of daySenoritas lose itTo the Mariachi music'Cause New York is too far awayAnd the band keeps on playin'With beer bottles breakin'And the barmaid, I heard she pulled her gunPoet takes a pistolPoints it at this sisterSays, "Honey, your day is done"And out to the backThe poet writes his songs in bloodOut to the backThe poet writes his songs in blood
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