Ballad Of The Snow Leopard And The Tanqueray Cowboy

"Comfort me", said she, "With your conversation
With the cocktails and the candlelight in your eyes"

It's funny how we hunger for some inspiration

And everything else that, that money just won't buy

Men have lied, many good girls have gone astray
Just to hear the gypsy
Play one more lilting cowboy tune

And as the rivers run dry and the mountains blow away
They sing of lovers and how they lay

Beneath this crazy frontier moon

I ain't no golden boy, I ain't no Grecian dancer
And I ain't no loudmouthed cowboy from the West

I'm not the kind of man with all the answers
But I surely know the songs that suit me best

But lately I've had something on my mind

It's growing stronger all the time

Calling out when I'm alone

But I'm a poet and I'm bound to walk the line

Between the real and the sublime

And give the muses back their own

It's a penny for your thoughts, it's a dollar for you kisses

Keep a running tab on the time

'Cause what I've got the most of is what she misses

The clock is hers, the hourglass is mine

But I'm her lover, not a man bent on revenge
Hanging out here on the fringe
Of my native borderlands

Counting the days the sun shone golden across her head
Lying on the banks of the bayou's edge
Kicking up some Southeast Texas sand

"Comfort me", said she, "With your conversation

With the cocktails and the candlelight in your eyes"

It's funny how we hunger for some inspiration

And everything else that, that money just won't buy

And everything else that, that money just won't buy

And everything else that, that money just won't