Sam Baker Juarez (A Song To Himself) Lyrics

He wears a blue suede cowboy hat Got a juarez women stretched out on his lap He sings an old song A song to himself He sings waiting round to die One border whorehouse looks just like another But he first came to this one with his father and his brother Now nobody cares one way or another He sings an old song A song to himself He sings waiting round to die There is a plump woman attending bar He holds hands with another plump woman named starr Lays a twenty on the table by the pigs feet jar Sings an old song Song to himself He sings waiting round to die A beautiful woman Wraps around his shoulder Eyes painted like clay Except colder She says hell of a deal ain't it This getting older He sings an old song Asong to himself He sings waiting round to die. Waiting round to die Waiting round to die He thinks Who in the world would write a song like that Then the two plump women Start laughing at his hat So he pulls another twenty out Just like that Sings an old song, song to himself He sings waiting round to die.