Lyrics

Spaghetti Westerns

Broken like an old dusty Desparado
In a scene from a highway out west
Drivin’ in my old rusty El Dorado
I can still see the sun on her dress

But she left with her cards on the table
And the sweet loving smell of perfume
And I’ll try not to cry when I’m able even though
I lie here alone in my room

She used to let me hold her just like a baby
She used to think I’d give her the moon
But I’ve been growing older and thinking maybe
We could learn how to sing the same tune

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Solo

I’m borrowing my time the young doctor says
They finally had to call up the loan
But I’ve got Sylvania sunshine above the bed
For to bleach out what’s left of my bones

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