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Roger Clyne The Peacemakers

Scorpions sting I hear the mission bells ring Another night of runnin' is another day I don't dance the hangman's swing All roads lead back to Tucson

Oh, what a sin looks like I slept in And I'm a gonna be a little bit late My therapy began again to mend my broken heart again When happy hour started

I poked a pistol in the eye Lit up a powder keg and rode it to the sky Yeah, the Reaper even calls me for his alibi I sang Cerberus to sleep with a

Daisies stand up on their tip-toes Clouds tumble over themselves in the sky And all the pretty horses come runnin' to her And even the dust devils pray

Hello love, hello fear Hello loneliness, join us all here Hello funeral and ice-cold beer Hello new day! Hello baby teeth, hello grey hair We try

Well, I stepped off the bus in Memphis And stumbled into the first saloon I could find I bellied up to the rail and summoned my barkeep I ordered up a

Momentito, why don't you stay Bright little bird don't fly away so fast Turn the hourglass over I ask not for a century No eon or immortality

Did I slip? did I trip? Did I somehow fall and lose my grip? Can it truly be our song is lost at sea? Marooned?? Weren't we? There were guitars and

Oh what a sin, looks like I slept in And I'm gonna be a little bit late My therapy began again To mend my broken heart again And happy hour's over