Ryan Bingham - The Poet lyrics

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And as I get long gone

Out where the wind blows

The desert sky, she flies by for miles

And as I keep walkin'

People keep a-talkin'

About things they've never seen or done

Homeless sleep in the park

Sweet hearts kiss in the dark

I myself just move on through town

Moon keeps on shinin'

And the rich keep on dinin'

And, oh, how I love the highway sun

And out to the back

The poet writes his songs in blood

Where the coyotes are callin'

Stars keep on fallin'

Your mother, she won't be around

A feather blows down the road

And the wind is cold, your wings are broke

And your heart is livin' on the run

Lonely and wasted

Her eyes replaced it

And I don't think I'll make another mile

Town to town I run

My horse ain't too drunk

The wind is singin' to the sun

And out to the back

The poet writes his songs in blood

But the jukebox is barkin'

I'm just gettin' started

I've yet to see the light of day

Senoritas lose it

To the Mariachi music

'Cause New York is too far away

And the band keeps on playin'

With beer bottles breakin'

And the barmaid, I heard she pulled the gun

Poet takes a pistol

Points it at this sister

Says, "Honey, your day is done"

And out to the back

The poet writes his song in blood

Out to the back

The poet writes his song in blood