Alamo

Alamo heard all about your fandango banged on my knees on your bay door only to wake you to blues on the way blues on the way blues on the way Embarcado, figures you'll see me as older twenty-three hours til the border don't think I'll be going as fast as I came fast as I came fast as I came tears on my pillow of course they're not mine alter that Altar, making a play somebody invent the telephone line I'll take my chances

Alamo wish I could do what Gold does heard that the stars were in order got yourself dealt a hand with two queen of spades and blues on the way blues on the way  tears on my pillow of course they're not mine alter that Altar, making a play somebody just somebody invent the telephone line I'll take my chances