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Comfort me said she

With your conversation

With the cocktails

And the candlelight

In your eyes

It`s funny how we hunger

For some inspiration

And everything else

That money just won`t buy



Men have lied

Many good girls have gone astray

Just to hear the gypsy play

One more lilting cowboy tune

And as the rivers run dry

And the mountains blow away

They sing of lovers and how they lay

Beneath this crazy frontier moon



I ain`t no golden boy

I ain`t no Grecian dancer

And I ain`t no loudmouthed cowboy

From the West

I`m not the kind of man

With all the answers

But I surely know the songs

That suit me bestBut lately I`ve had something on my mind

It`s growing stronger all the time

Calling out when I`m alone

But I`m a poet

And I`m bound to walk the line

Between the real and the sublime

And give the muses back their own



It`s a penny for your thoughts

It`s a dollar for you kisses

Keep a running tab on the time

`Cause what I`ve got the most of

Is what she misses

The clock is hers

The hourglass is mine



But I`m her lover

Not a man bent on revenge

Hanging out here on the fringe

Of my native borderlands

Counting the days

The sun shone golden across her head

Lying on the banks of the bayou`s edge

Kicking up some Southeast Texas sand

Comfort me said she

With your conversation

With the cocktails

And the candlelight

In your eyes

It`s funny how we hunger

For some inspiration

And everything else

That money just won`t buy



Men have lied

Many good girls have gone astray

Just to hear the gypsy play

One more lilting cowboy tune

And as the rivers run dry

And the mountains blow away

They sing of lovers and how they lay

Beneath this crazy frontier moon



I ain`t no golden boy

I ain`t no Grecian dancer

And I ain`t no loudmouthed cowboy

From the West

I`m not the kind of man

With all the answers

But I surely know the songs

That suit me bestBut lately I`ve had something on my mind

It`s growing stronger all the time

Calling out when I`m alone

But I`m a poet

And I`m bound to walk the line

Between the real and the sublime

And give the muses back their own



It`s a penny for your thoughts

It`s a dollar for you kisses

Keep a running tab on the time

`Cause what I`ve got the most of

Is what she misses

The clock is hers

The hourglass is mine



But I`m her lover

Not a man bent on revenge

Hanging out here on the fringe

Of my native borderlands

Counting the days

The sun shone golden across her head

Lying on the banks of the bayou`s edge

Kicking up some Southeast Texas sand

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