Queen of the Rodeo
Patrick Hodgen
Even if a childish curse I see myself in radio wire
Horrible is not enough to accelerate the salesman
Gazing at a lonely star, try to catch your death while I'm outside
Just waiting on a nothing song that hasn't left but it's all gone
It's all dried up and dying
The birthday girl is spinning round, she's the Queen of the Rodeo
And even if he seems alright he'll be drowning himself at sea tonight
A doggy clawing at my feet 'neith the shady tree that grows in the cemetery
Is this the southern cold comforting of being shot down, here, at the next town in?
It's all dried up and dying