Ryan Bingham - The Poet lyrics

And as I get long gone Out where the wind blows The desert sky, she flies by for miles And as I keep walkin' People keep a-talkin' About things they've never seen or done Homeless sleep in the park Sweet hearts kiss in the dark I myself just move on through town Moon keeps on shinin' And the rich keep on dinin' And, oh, how I love the highway sun And out to the back The poet writes his songs in blood Where the coyotes are callin' Stars keep on fallin' Your mother, she won't be around A feather blows down the road And the wind is cold, your wings are broke And your heart is livin' on the run Lonely and wasted Her eyes replaced it And I don't think I'll make another mile Town to town I run My horse ain't too drunk The wind is singin' to the sun And out to the back The poet writes his songs in blood But the jukebox is barkin' I'm just gettin' started I've yet to see the light of day Senoritas lose it To the Mariachi music 'Cause New York is too far away And the band keeps on playin' With beer bottles breakin' And the barmaid, I heard she pulled the gun Poet takes a pistol Points it at this sister Says, "Honey, your day is done" And out to the back The poet writes his song in blood Out to the back The poet writes his song in blood