Ryan Bingham & The Dead Horses - The Poet
Junky Star
Standard Tuning
As I get long gone
Out where the wind blows
The desert sky she flys by for miles
As I keep walkin’ people keep talkin’
About things they’ve never scene or done,
Homeless sleep in the park
Sweet hearts kiss in the dark
I myself just move on through town
The moon keeps on shinin’
The rich keep on dinin’
Oh how i love the highway sun
Out to the back, the poet writes his songs in blood
Coyotes are callin’
Stars keep on fallin’
Your mother she won’t be around
A feather blows down the road
The wind is cold and your wings are broke
And your heart is livin’ on the run
Lonely and wasted, her eyes replaced it
I don’t think I’ll make another mile
From town to town I run
My horse ain’t to drunk
The daylight is singin to the sun
Out to the back, the poet writes his songs in blood
Juke box is barkin’
I’m just getting started
I’ve yet to see the light of day
Senoritias lose it to the mariachi music
Cause new york is too far away
The band keeps on playin’
With beer bottles breakin’
The barmaid I heard pulled a gun
Poet takes a pistol, points at this sister
Says honey your day is done
Out to the back, the poet writes his songs in blood
Out to the back, the poet writes his songs in blood