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Tall Stranger
By La Belle Rouge

the wind howls outside her door tonight
like a mournful coyote who lost her mate
and knows he’s not comin back, she knows
there’ll be no more pups to whelp and suckle
and that orange moon is the only one who’ll
listen to her complaints without complainin
she’s feels a kinship with that lonely coyote
the last lost cowboy she knocked boots with
ran off with the judge’s daughter, left her
with nothing but stained sheets and heart
and her will to live drainin down into nothin

she noticed that tall stranger on the street
again yesterday, he looked at her with that
same hunger in his eyes, the hunger she sees
every time she passes by, hurryin on her way
to nowhere, and she knows what he’s thinkin,
she’s seen that look in a man’s eyes too often
he don’t know how lonely she feels when the
wind howls outside her door and she’s alone
with nothin but a few old memories to hold her
he thinks she’ll laugh, say no but he don’t know
she wishes he’d just man up and get it over with
cause she don’t wanna sleep with memories tonight




Music "Turn The Page"