West Texas Wine

©℗2008 Dave Insley, Crawl Daddy Music, BMI

Well they say that there's gold buried in those hills, and the Devil rides a horse so fine
All I remember from my time down there is the taste of West Texas Wine
Liars and cheaters and Chiso's ghosts, and the souls of dyin' men
Wander the streets of Presidio, and the hills down around Big Bend
They say John Glanton had a taste for blood, or maybe that he lost his mind
But the story I hear from my time down there, he was drunk on West Texas Wine
Bobcat Carter was the last outlaw, and everybody knew his name
The lights in the sky are a maiden's tears, the desert can drive you insane
Many men died combing thru those hills, looking for the Haystack Mine
All the wealth that you need can be had for free, in the taste of West Texas Wine
If you go down there and your throat gets dry, try a place by the railroad line
Fill up your glass with something dark & sweet, try a taste of West Texas Wine
Everybody has a favorite drink, I reckon that you know what's mine
It's as dark & sweet as those bloody streets, try a taste of West Texas Wine
Well I woke up in a pool of sweat, on the tile by the bathroom floor
Somebody wrote murder on the hotel mirror, I remember from the night before
I spent the night fightin' with a drunken ghost, my hands were bloody & sore
So I had me a drink and it tasted sweet, so I had about 2 or 3 more
Well they say that there's gold buried in those hills, and the Devil rides a horse so fine
All I remember from my time down there is the taste of West Texas Wine

©℗2008 Dave Insley, Crawl Daddy Music, BMI