Highline Cowboy - Brandon Wylie

Emmie, have I told you today that I love you? Or have I just shown you with my eyes? No disguising how I feel, 'cause I've fallen hard for you. Emmie, are you sure you've seen enough? I have another dozen ways to win your love, So won't you hold tight, 'til I get it right, I'm gonna take a chance or two, until you realize No matter how many tries, I'm gonna come through... (Emmie's got what I want) What I want is time to prove, (Emmie's got what I need) I've been around the world and come back to you. (Emmie! oh, Emmie...) Pack your bags 'cause you're coming too, it's true, it's true! So won't you hold on, tell your boss you're long gone, We're gonna take off in the blue... And we're not coming home, 'cause I'm home enough with you... Yeah! I'm home enough with you, yeah! (Emmie's got what I want) What I want is time to prove, (Emmie's got what I need) I've been around the world and come back to you. (Emmie's got what I want) What I want I'm seeing through, (Emmie's got what I need) I've been around the world and come back to you. (Emmie! oh, Emmie...) Emmie, do I tell you too much that I love you? Well, it might not come as a surprise. I'll never disguise the way I feel... Love can't bring me down! Love can't bring me down! Love can't bring me down! Love can't bring me down! What I want is time to prove, I've been around the world and come back to you. What I want I'm seeing through, I've been around the world and come back to you.

We are not there yet We have not evolved We have no respect We have lost control We're going backwards Ignoring the realities Going backwards Are you counting all the casualties? We are not there yet Where we need to be We are still in debt To our insanities We're going backwards Turning back our history Going backwards Piling on the misery We can track it all with satellites See it all in plain sight Watch men die in real time But we have nothing inside We feel nothing inside We are not there yet We have lost our soul The course has been set We're digging our own hole We're going backwards Armed with new technology Going backwards To a caveman mentality We can emulate on consoles Killings we can control With senses that have been dulled Because there's nothing inside We feel nothing inside We feel nothing inside (We feel nothing, nothing inside) We feel nothing inside (We feel nothing, nothing inside) We feel nothing inside (We feel nothing, nothing inside) We feel nothing inside (We feel nothing, nothing inside) We feel nothing inside (We feel nothing, nothing inside) Because there's nothing inside Because there's nothing inside

All the mustangs givin' up, this race is not All that night I'm packing up, Wyoming highs Kissing, touching, making out, my endless lies Driving down Montana way, high in the skies Na na na na na, na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na Aa Uuu Living without a soul Trippin' on a hole Nada nada nada nada Holy cow, living with the horses now, oh wow All the mustangs givin' up, this race is not All that night I'm packing up, Wyoming heights Kissing, touching, making out, my endless lies Driving down Montana way, high in disguise Kissing, touching, making out, my endless lies Driving down Montana way, high in disguise Na na na na na, na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na

So here we are now, guitars and drums High and lowdown just some Dharma bums Gate mouth would tell you rehearsal's overrated Baptists will tell you it's all predestinated Between the devil and God, between the first breath and last Somewhere under heaven with no future and a hell of a past We in the mud and scum of things, moaning, crying, lying At least we ain't Lazarus and had to think twice about dying At least we ain't Lazarus and had to think twice about dying So here we are now, still preceding grace We ain't easy to look at and keep a straight face Inspired by Rimbaud ain't angelic Influenced by the dead, just gets you psychedelic So here we are now kinda like abandoned dogs Wrapped up in Gunnysacks and singing cast iron songs We're weird old America, we're grinning with sharp teeth We're beautiful on the surface and rotten underneath

My rooster crows at dawn My rooster crows at dawn Don't do nothing when the dark come on You know it don't seem right Ah, it don't seem right Bird oughta do something about it gettin' night I ain't the criminal kind I was never the criminal kind I just do a little pilfering from time to time It was around Muscle Shoals It was around Muscle Shoals I was crawlin' in a window, I got shot full of holes So it was at that time It was at that time I decided to forgo my life of crime So I got me a guitar Oh, I got me a guitar I play all night for some money in a jar I got me a suit of clothes I got a suit of clothes I rarely get home before my rooster crows My rooster crows at dawn My rooster crows at dawn Don't do nothing when the dark come on

Well a woman I love is named Ramona She kinda looks like Tempest Storm And she can dance like little Egypt She works down at the snake farm Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh... Well Ramona's got a keen sense of humor She got a tattoo down her arm It's of a python eatin' a little mouse Wearin' a sailor hat that says snake farm Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh... I asked Ramona how come she works there She says it's got it's charms Nothing to do in the winter Now and then some kid gets bit at the snake farm Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh... Well Ramona likes her malt liquor And a band from Wales thats called The Alarm She said she cried when they broke up She still plays their records at the snake farm Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh... Sometimes Ramona calls me up And says come on down here, it's getting warm She runs everybody off And we... you know... it's a snake farm Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh... Snake Farm – it just sounds nasty Snake Farm – well it pretty much is Snake Farm – it's a reptile house Snake Farm – Uuuggghhhhh...

Said my prayers to the old black gods Tied a string around some chicken bones Set 'em on fire and crossed my heart Tuned up the Kay and the Silvertone Rubbed my hands cross the Tolex scars Took the laces out of my tennis shoes Oh I can live with a 60 cycle hum Is anybody here got a 50 watt fuse Layed down a groove like a monkey gettin off Stompin on the kick, pounding on the tom If you ever get to heaven say whew thank you If you ever get scared say the 23rd psalm I got a coricidin bottle that I use as slide And a woman sweet as a tootsie roll When she kissing and licking and cussing and a grindin' Shakes the mortal coil round my amaranthine soul

Waiting for you to come and see me Waiting for you to come and see me Where are you my coochy, coochy Coochy, coochy, coo? Come on to me and let me see you Come on to me and let me see you Where are you my coochy, coochy Coochy, coochy, coo? I've traveled all over Seen everything I wanted to see Where are you my coochy, coochy Coochy, coochy, coo? I've got everything that I ever wanted Done everything I ever wanted to do Where are you my coochy, coochy Coochy, coochy, coo? Oh, let me hear it

Mama gimme a nickel and a deck of cards Said go on and play in the back yard Walking down the alley come my Uncle Lonnie Said lemme teach ya about Three-card Monte Take the ace of hearts and two black queens Flip 'em over so they can't be seen Spin 'em around four or five times Bet a nickel find the ace and win a dime Ten minutes later I had thirty five dollars Singing ain't misbehaving by the great Fats Waller I believe I'm gonna count my blessings I believe I'm gonna count my blessings Now I saw a black crow on a fence post Singing away like Sam Hopkins's ghost He sang when you see I ain't breathing no more Nail my feathers to an old barn door Or drag my carcass out behind the shed Just make sure you're pretty sure I'm dead Ask an Ouija board if you can't quite tell Or if I start to stink like the floors in hell Go to Navasota after I'm done dying It don't do you no good sitting around crying So I got me a pencil and a moleskin book When I heard Bertha Franklin shot and killed Sam Cooke Wrote down December 11, 1964 Ain't gonna be twisting the night away no more It took 15 minutes for the jury to decide 'Cause of death's justified homicide Liza Boyer wasn't called by the prosecution Later on she's arrested for prostitution La Hacienda motel had a busted down door Sam's wallet and his money was never accounted for