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Dry Lightning
I threw my robe on in the morning
Watched the ring on the stove turn red
Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee
Pulled on my boots and made the bed
Screen door hangin’ off it’s hinges
Kept bangin’ me awake all night
As I look out the window
The only thing in site
Is dry lightning on the horizon line
Just dry lightning and and you on my mind
I chased the heat of her blood
Like it was the holy grail
Descend beautiful spirit
Into the evening pale
Her appaloosa’s
Kickin’ in the corral smelling rain
There’s a low thunder rolling’cross the mesquite plain
But there’s just dry lightning on the horizon line
It’s just dry lightning and and you on my mind
I’d drive down to alvarado street
Where she’d dance to make ends meet
I’d spend the night over my gin
As she’d talk to her men
Well the piss yellow sun
Comes bringin’ up the day
She said ’ain’t nobody can give nobody
What they really need anyway.’
Well you get so sick of the fightin’
You lose your fear of the end
But I can’t lose your memory
And the sweet smell of your skin
And it’s just dry lightning on the horizonline
Just dry lightning and and you on my mind
Dry Lightning   I threw my robe on in the morning   Watched the ring on the stove turn red   Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee   Pulled on my boots and made the bed   Screen door hangin’ off it’s hinges   Kept bangin’ me awake all night   As I look out the window   The only thing in site   Is dry lightning on the horizon line   Just dry lightning and and you on my mind   I chased the heat of her blood   Like it was the holy grail   Descend beautiful spirit   Into the evening pale   Her appaloosa’s   Kickin’ in the corral smelling rain   There’s a low thunder rolling’cross the mesquite plain   But there’s just dry lightning on the horizon line   It’s just dry lightning and and you on my mind   I’d drive down to alvarado street   Where she’d dance to make ends meet   I’d spend the night over my gin   As she’d talk to her men   Well the piss yellow sun   Comes bringin’ up the day   She said ’ain’t nobody can give nobody   What they really need anyway.’   Well you get so sick of the fightin’   You lose your fear of the end   But I can’t lose your memory   And the sweet smell of your skin   And it’s just dry lightning on the horizonline   Just dry lightning and and you on my mind
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