(Roger Brown/Trey Bruce). . Hope you didn't burn too many bridges. On your way back to haunt my heart. 'Cause it's safe behind these stones and ridges.
It seems no matter how far I may roam. Like some old tumbleweed, my thoughts go tumblin' back home. In memories I recall those simpler times. And a way of life I never left behind.
Can I talk to you for a second. There is something I wanna. . I remember in our first days. You would never ever leave me alone. But now it seems here lately babe.
Wakes you up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. You're thinkin' about somebody, you're tryin' to forget. Maybe, it's a full moon day to cross your mind.
Buenos noches senorita, I'm mighty pleased to meet ya. Maybe you and I could sit a spell and talk. I'm new to Santa Fe, I just rode into town today. Thought I'd spend some time in these adobe walls.
See that boy standing there by the dance floor. He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man. Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle. And an empty Copenhagen can.
Boots in the stirups out of the gate trying to hold the reins. Praying that I can just sit tight, man this love is strange. Up like a rocket spinning 'round like a top.
Boots in the stirrups out of the gate, trying to hold the reins. Praying that I can just sit tight, man this love is strange. Up like a rocket spinning 'round like a top.