This is the price of the Cowboy life. Writing songs about memories in dusty towns where laughter from bars reminds you of roads diverged in the wood. Terlingua Waltz is dedicated to someone who will probably never hear it. To borrow a line from the Gary White tune:
Caught in my fears
Blinking back the tears
I can't say you hurt me when you never let me near
Blinking back the tears
I can't say you hurt me when you never let me near
I wrote it with Ernest Tubb as my wingman and Lefty Frizzell as my spiritual guide, thus the lighting is as dark as a honky-tonk bathroom stall on Ladies Night. New Hampshire didn't make any Western troubadours but I'm trying my damnedest to change that record by leaving bits of my heart scattered through the desert. Call me the "Singing Econoliner"
Terlingua Waltz
By Oggy Bleacher
Waltz in A
A E A
The Mines are all empty in Terlingua Town
D
They filled in the shafts
A
And they tore the store down
D A
You can go if you want, but there ain’t nothing there
A E A
Except for the girl with Gold in her hair.
A7 D
Gold in her hair
A
Gold in her hair
A E A
Except for the girl with gold in her hair
They came for the silver and left covered in dust
They bought and sold dreams before they went bust
A tired provocation of an often lost dare
To Dance with the girl with Gold in her hair
Gold in her hair
Gold in her hair
To Dance with the girl with gold in her hair
The Chihuahuan desert seems lonely at night
The coyote’s call and the stars shining bright
But nothing compares to the self-assured stare
Of the beautiful girl, with gold in her hair
Gold in her hair
Gold in her hair
The beautiful Girl with Gold in her hair
If you see her, tell her hello from me
‘cause I miss her more than the flowers miss the bee
I miss her so much that I’m near to despair
I miss the girl with Gold in her hair
Gold in her hair
Gold in her hair
I miss the Girl with Gold in her hair.
The Mines are all empty in Terlingua Town
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