It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you
Atlanta's a distant memory
Montgomery a recent blur
and Tulsa burns on
The money would be pretty good if a quart of
Black eyed man he took the blame
for the poisoning of
Sat at my window watched the world
Wake up this morning
Purple
He will call you baby
but will he listen when you
Breaking away to the other side
I wanna make sense of
My love swears that he is made of truth
I do
Fifty miles from Dakota territory
Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt
Found
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the
Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break
Jesus, sweet Jesus if you're listening
can you pass me to
Of all the lives to live why this one?
Filled with
