Goodnight Loving Trail - Bruce Phillips

    Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing,
    You beat the triangle and curse everything.
    If dirt was a kingdom, then you'd be the king.

    On the Goddnight trail, on the loving trail
    Our old womans lonesome tonight.
    Your French harp blows like a lone bawling calf.
    Its a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin,
    Get in there and blow out the light.

    With your snake oil and herbs and your liniment, too
    You can do anything that a doctor can do.
    Except find cure for your own god damned stew.

    [Repeat Chorus]

    The cook fires out, and the coffee's all gone,
    The boys are up and we're raising the dawn.
    You're still, sitting there all lost in a song.

    (Repeat Chorus)

    I know someday that I' II be just the same.
    Wearing an apron, instead of a name.
    But no one can change it and no ones to blame.

    (Repeat Chorus)

    Cause the deserts a book wrote in lizards and sage,
    It's easy to look like an old torn out page,
    All faded and cracked with the colors of age.

    (Repeat Chorus)


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