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Sundown Over Ghost Town.

I return every last time With a strong and a hopeful heart But under a mocking blue sky Somehow it all just crumbles apart Oh it all just crumbles apart. My bad luck boots And my hard luck hand My coal black thoughts Reappear, reprimand And hold my head To the silt, to the sand, To the bone-white dead Of the Rio Grande. The pines have lost their green Now they stare without a sound The wind’s too cold to sing Snow is heavy on the ground Heavy on the ground. Half-Broke Horse Stolen from the desert In the lost part of the state Just a half-broke horse He waits by the gate. No bridled horse can stand him Or any of his kind Their hidden laws condemn him They’re so rigid and refined. He watches on the edge Dirty coat, shaggy mane Too wild for this world, Too tame for mustangs. Grew up in the desert In the lost part of the state Cut our teeth on promises And empty plates. Single-wides and ranches Disappear before our eyes These folks here don’t come around They’re so rigid and refined. We stand on the edge Dirty coats, ragged hands We’re strangers to this world And this new breed of man. And we just got our notice This whole place is going under The bank’s whip is on us We won’t last another summer. They’ll have to come and take us With the force of ten trains ‘Cause it’s no life worth living If we don’t hold the reins. Like half-broke horses From the lost part of the state We watch in silence And wait by the gate. On both sides of these bars We’re one and the same Too wild for this world, Too tame for mustangs. My Hometown If sweetness had a sound It would sound like my hometown The summer sprinklers turning on The endless ice cream song Cold river rushing by The ducks and geese in flight The silence in between All the sights unseen It would sound like my hometown If sweetness had a sound. If kindness could be held It would feel like where I’m from The soft greeting of a neighbor The warm hand of a stranger Patience each with the other Embracing a sister or brother If I could hold it in my palm To the world I’d pass it on Or to any who might not have found The kindness of my hometown. If sweetness had a sound It would sound like my hometown The summer sprinklers turning on The endless ice cream song Cold river rushing by The ducks and geese in flight The silence in between All the sights unseen It would sound like my hometown If sweetness had a sound.