The world's number one selling cowboy singer,
Michael Martin Murphy.
I'm tired of drinking your muddy water
And sleeping in your hollow log
I'm gonna take up with a stranger
I'm gonna get myself a
fast -moving dog
Goodbye you empty closets
and my true love of seven years
I'm on a southwestern pilgrimage
to be a frontier sonneteer
Goodbye you auctioneers
and you guillotine racketeers
I'm looking for a holy man
out here on the old frontier
I'm gonna take along a lady
who ain't never seen a mountain before
I'm on a southwestern pilgrimage
where the middle class
can't hunt me down no more
I should have been a gypsy all along
And I know that right now
But I got slowed up
I let a city woman drag me down
And the contracts and the circus acts
Made it so I couldn't
relax anymore
But my stomach never hurt me much
when I was sleeping on the floor
That old buzzard's flying all around
my same old Texas sky
And I take that as a sign
It's time to either lay me down or fly
And so it's out of my house,
in to my old truckin' clothes
I'm on a southwestern pilgrimage,
where the wheels dodge,
nobody knows
Thank you.