Ballad Of The Snow Leopard & The Tanqueray Cowboy - Lyle Lovett
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 your 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 battle's edge Kicking up some southeast texas sand
Artist: Lyle Lovett