Paroles de Sin Nombre

Rode hard and put up wet, I ain't down but I can't get up yet It's a long ride back to the way I want to feel Sun down across the plain, I've been sore before I'll be sore again No place to hide to keep from runnin' Laid down in the cottonwood hollow though I left a trail no man could follow, Is it safe to rest my head again till morning Cracked throat and my canteen's dry and Rain don't fall from an empty sky, so I'll whisper Hail Marys till the sun comes up Now don't tell me that part of the story when the cowboy falls in love When he traded in his pistol and his saddle and the stars above When the candle's burnin' down, when midnight comes around You know the best that we can hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit the ground Rode hard come down tired, stripped from the saddle when the rifle fired, Deep in dreams of women and clean water Well I did before what I'll do again So forgive me Father if I have sinned, but the old wood cracks before it bends Now don't tell me that part of the story when the cowboy falls in love When he traded in his pistol and his saddle and the stars above When the candle's burnin' down, when midnight comes around You know the best that we can hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit Yeah the candle's burnin' down, now midnight comes around You know the best that we can hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit the ground The candle's burnin' down, and when midnight comes around