“This is a little cowboy love song. I always wanted to be a cowboy when I was growin’ up. Didn’t have a horse. I always felt like that kinda held me back. But I ate a lotta beans.”
-From Live and Acoustic at the Pres-House on 13 Dec 1997
I’m freezing to death in the flames of this mid-April sunset,
I’m dying to bring you the obvious.
You can ride into what sunset you will,
Still this tumbleweed tumbles for you.
There’s rumors for two in this mask that I’m wearing,
It’s tearing me up into neat little pieces.
This riding that lonesome old prairie alone,
Hear the canyon storm rumble for you.
Yipee-o-tie-ay
I ride an old Yeller.
The mad dog gets hungry,
It’s hard on a fella,
With flashfloods and floozies
And badwater jacuzzis.
I make one false move,
I could die… in… my… boots.
I’ll paint you a desert of turquoise and amber,
Adobe and cattle-skull shadows and gilas.
Just swallow me whole like a peyote button,
We’ll make love and howl at the moon.
’Cause out on the edge of mirages and oasis,
I can see, you can see, you and me endlessly.
So I can sleep tight in my bedroll tonight,
’Neath the lavender light of the moon.
I’m freezing to death in the flames of this mid-April sunset,
I’m dying to bring you the obvious.
You can ride into what sunset you will,
Still this tumbleweed tumbles for you.
You can ride into what sunset you will,
Still this tumbleweed tumbles for you.
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