Cover My Trail Tonight

This here isn't fantasy
They kept on coming after me
Just when I thought I was free my friend
I've heard 'em talk of paradise
But I've only known a pair of dice
I'll throw 'em down in the afterlife again

A campfire's always burning
While the big wheel keeps on turning
Few have seen behind the curtain
On a dollar a day
I'm trying to paint you a picture
But there's been quite a mixture
Of honestly and fiction to tell it straight

Border winds
Border winds
Where do you blow?
Cover my trail tonight
Cover my trail tonight

It wasn't good enough a reason
She said it as he was leaving
When the cotton flower season
Had come to pass
A tragedy was at hand
The ballad of a wanted man
Living in the age of the ram

Border winds
Border winds
Where do you blow?
Cover my trail tonight
Cover my trail tonight

Border wind