Pocatello Lyrics - James Mcmurtry

Picked you up in Pocatello 

In some truck stop parking lot 

Out beside that burned up Volvo 

With the smoking engine shot 

And you just left that Volvo lying 

You never gave it half a thought 

Faithless, fine, and gone 

You said you came from Randolph 

Up across the Wasatch Range 

You kept talking clear to Salt Lake 

Liked to drove us all insane 

But now Im flying down 

That four lane highway screaming out your name 

Faithless, fine, and gone 

Batten down the hatches I can hear my grandma say 

Boy you like to play with matches 

Gonna burn yourself someday 

Im gonna haul on back to Denver 

Just as soon as I get through 

And Im burnt down to smoldering embers 

But I guess I can make do 

And now I hear some guy that used to 

Manage some band I never heard of 

Is trying to manage you 

Faithless, fine, and gone