Comfort me said she With your conversation With the cocktails And the candlelight In your eyes It's funny how we hunger For some inspiration And everything else That money just won't buy Men have lied Many good girls have gone astray Just to hear the gypsy play One more lilting cowboy tune And as the rivers run dry And the mountains blow away They sing of lovers and how they lay Beneath this crazy frontier moon I ain't no golden boy I ain't no Grecian dancer And I ain't no loudmouthed cowboy From the West I'm not the kind of man With all the answers But I surely know the songs That suit me best
Comfort me said she
With your conversation
With the cocktails
And the candlelight
In your eyes
It's funny how we hunger
For some inspiration
And everything else
That money just won't buy
Men have lied
Many good girls have gone astray
Just to hear the gypsy play
One more lilting cowboy tune
And as the rivers run dry
And the mountains blow away
They sing of lovers and how they lay
Beneath this crazy frontier moon
I ain't no golden boy
I ain't no Grecian dancer
And I ain't no loudmouthed cowboy
From the West
I'm not the kind of man
With all the answers
But I surely know the songs
That suit me best
But lately I've had something on my mind It's growing stronger all the time Calling out when I'm alone But I'm a poet And I'm bound to walk the line Between the real and the sublime And give the muses back their own It's a penny for your thoughts It's a dollar for you kisses Keep a running tab on the time 'Cause what I've got the most of Is what she misses The clock is hers The hourglass is mine But I'm her lover Not a man bent on revenge Hanging out here on the fringe Of my native borderlands Counting the days The sun shone golden across her head Lying on the banks of the bayou's edge Kicking up some Southeast Texas sand
But lately I've had something on my mind
It's growing stronger all the time
Calling out when I'm alone
But I'm a poet
And I'm bound to walk the line
Between the real and the sublime
And give the muses back their own
It's a penny for your thoughts
It's a dollar for you kisses
Keep a running tab on the time
'Cause what I've got the most of
Is what she misses
The clock is hers
The hourglass is mine
But I'm her lover
Not a man bent on revenge
Hanging out here on the fringe
Of my native borderlands
Counting the days
The sun shone golden across her head
Lying on the banks of the bayou's edge
Kicking up some Southeast Texas sand
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