And she must have known the words
to at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
by the man she knew as cowboy
Was a late night benediction
at the All Come Back saloon
In a voice soft and trembling,
she'd sing her song of cowboy
circled round her raven hair
And all the fallen angels,
the pinball playing rounders
While the losers eatin' in prayer
Baby come, fading memories,
how they linger in the mind
I've been used to playing cowboy
Out of tune, and out of time
Every night in the shadows,
thinking back on Amarillo
He'd dream of better days
in honor of the lady and her song
that lonely broken cowboy home
She played tambourine with a silver jingle
And she must have known the words
to at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
by the man she knew as cowboy
Was a late -night benediction
at the all -comeback saloon
She played tambourine with a silver jingle
And she must have known the words
to at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
by the man she knew as Calvon
Was a late night damn addiction
at the All Come Back Saloon
She played tambourine with a silver jingle
And she must have known the words
to at least a million things
But the one most requested
