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Ray Wylie Hubbard - The Messenger lyrics
I am wearing old boots with high cuban heels Our souls they are worn and we stand here by grace My trousers are torn and my jacket is borrowed I am wearing my time behind the eyes in my face Chorus: I am not looking for loose diamonds Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks I don't want for roses or water, I am not looking for God I am not looking for sex I've worn out my welcome in certain small circles In Spanish bordellos and confederate states But there is an angel in leathers and kindness Who whispers my name beyond heaven's gate Chorus Bridge: All the true believers are out on the road tonite No matter what happens, you know they'll be okay And to the rock and roll gypsies may the last song you sing Be by Townes Van Zandt and down in old Santa Fe Now I have a mission and a small code of honor To stand and deliver by whatever measures And the message I cgive is from this old poet Rilke He said "Our fears are like dragons guarding our most precious treasures? Chorus |
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