Testo Ballad Of The Snow Leopard & The Tanqueray Cowboy Lyle Lovett
Comfort me said she
With your conversation
With the cocktails
And the candlelight
In your eyes
Itâs funny how we hunger
For some inspiration
And everything else
That money just wonât buy
Men have lied
Many good girls have gone astray
Just to hear the gypsy play
One more lilting cowboy tune
And as the rivers run dry
And the mountains blow away
They sing of lovers and how they lay
Beneath this crazy frontier moon
I ainât no golden boy
I ainât no grecian dancer
And I ainât no loudmouthed cowboy
From the west
Iâm not the kind of man
With all the answers
But I surely know the songs
That suit me best
But lately Iâve had something on my mind
Itâs growing stronger all the time
Calling out when Iâm alone
But Iâm a poet
And Iâm bound to walk the line
Between the real and the sublime
And give the muses back their own
Itâs a penny for your thoughts
Itâs a dollar for you kisses
Keep a running tab on the time
âcause what Iâve got the most of
Is what she misses
The clock is hers
The hourglass is mine
But Iâm her lover
Not a man bent on revenge
Hanging out here on the fringe
Of my native borderlands
Counting the days
The sun shone golden across her head
Lying on the banks of the bayouâs edge
Kicking up some southeast texas sand