Tonight I´ll shave the mountain
I´ll cut the hearts from pharoahs
I pull the road off of the rise
tear the memories from my eyes
and in the morning I´ll be gone
I drink 1000 shipwrecks
tonight I´ll steal your paychecks
I paint the sheets across my bed
the birds will all fly from my head
and in the morning I´ll be gone
take every dream that´s breathing
find every boot that´s leaving
shoot all the lights in the cafe
and in the morning I´ll be gone
I bet 1000 dollars
I have a french companion
I tie myself below the deck
I pull the rope around my neck
and in the morning I´ll be gone
it takes a life to win her
there is a drum of bourbon
800 pounds of nitro
his boots are thunder as he plays
theree is a stone inside it
tonight his bones will ride it
I´ll need a tent to hide it
and in the morning I´ll be gone
and in the morning I´ll be gone
and in the morning I´ll be gone