Ryan Bingham - Boys Town

      
 
 Boystown
 By Ryan Bingham
 rmofle at satx.rr.com
 7/22/2005
 
 
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 Well the cigarette smoke hovers above a bar room glow
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 Through the dim lights stood a pretty little w***e
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 She looked as broke as a oil field drifter
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 Counting the lies to his ex-wife??s picture
 
 Well, every effort she makes to improve her condition
 Starts with a smile and a friendly proposition
 The night was long, the sparkle in her eye
 Drifts away with the perfume high
 
 Then it makes it hard to tell anymore
 ??Bout how she became a pretty little w***e
 The thoughts roll across her discolored face
 Drowns in the lies, it drift from disgrace
 
 Chorus:
 Yeah, down the road into Mexico
 Up the hill to Boystown they go
 Corona clubs got a donkey show
 And for a hand full of pesos were all gonna go
 Well, the taxicab rolled up and down that hill
 The cowboys pour out for midnight thrills
 Started off with beer and ended with tequila
 Two to three minutes with a sweet senorita
 
 Well that rusty old table on a three legged chair
 Sat a bow legged man with dusty black hair
 Rancho Grande flowed across the bar
 As his fingers ran threw an old gut string guitar
 
 After five pesos and a few cigarettes
 He??ll play you a song you didn??t request
 He??s not confused just a little bit tired
 Playing for the strangers, pocket change for an hour
 
 Yeah, he had a bent sombrero with a hole in the side
 Results of taking a knife into a gunfight
 The days are long, he??s just a wore out old man
 Playing tired songs in a mariachi band
 There they go
 
 When the night in time turns into day
 6 A.M rolls around the way
 Stagger outside drunk and tired
 Craving hot dogs from a street gutter fire
 
 Start rolling dice for taxicab fairs
 Through the night they give evil eyed glares
 The fight is on, ain??t no use in talking
 Some unlucky loser gonna end up walkin??
 
 And as starts toward the bridge he gets a feeling inside
 With every step it gets harder to hide
 He ain??t got no money, he don??t know no trouble
 Get out alive a vaquero on the double
 
 Chorus