We rise like lions after slumber. in unvanquishable number. Shake these chains to earth like dew. You are many, they are few!. . Without a voice to question the hollow aggression.
This ritual. is a crushing of the spirit. sleepless and suffering. I have broken. it's been dark. the light of day. is months away. and I am years. from what I used to be.
I was down in Whiskey River. Stopped in for a drink. Mindin' my own business. Tryin' not to think. Bartender came over with a shot of his best. Said this ones from the lady in the long black dress.
So you're tired and you're beat and you worked all week. And you need a place where you can let it go. Where the girls go wild and the boys play hard.
Faded dreams and blue jeans. A rangers cap with sweat rings. There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots. . Well, I've been at it a long time. Working on that bottom line.
I'm a little heavy westbound and down. I got a zero in the bank on my account. And it's been a week since she's been home. That's seven days of on my own.
So he's gone and left you all alone?. You think the better of your years. Were spent with him.. The little girl who used to dance. On fire and brimstone.
I had a rag top Cadillac rolling Sunset Boulevard. And I had a hold of a centerfold and a Tony Montana cigar. I had the top down, a rock and roll sound palms blowing in the breeze.
Well, down in Panama City. They've perfected the art of the tan. And those Oklahoma girls. They sure know why they call it heartland. . Oh, and up in Seattle.