You grew up a mile from my town
And I never thought to write it down
And hoping for some pretty company
Over the hills of dusty grass
And I would have taken all your rifles
And I would have taken all your bibles
And I would have taken all your rifles
I read that this is what it should be
Daughter of a love and prison town
And I would have taken all your rifles
And I would have taken all your bibles
And I would have taken all your rifles
We can drink whiskey or sit
And listen to the silence of the stars
Sprung from hills of broken glass
Make me your sweethearted lady
