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letra de eli's - guy smith

he’s a rodeo remnant – a has been cowboy – a left over eight second star
he busted brocs – in the western circuit – ‘till one busted him hard
now he’s pitchin’ hay – cleaning stalls – anything just to make some dough
drinking away the pain – followin’ the only road that he knows

she once loved a cowboy – who drove in the night – chasin’ a restless man’s dream
her heart never healed – over twenty some years – and never will, so it seems
she still tending bar – down at eli’s – but she spends most of her time home alone
though once in a while – she’s been known to take another cowboy home

now the rodeo’s back in town, that dark feelin’s have come around
she knows it be a long shift down at eli’s tonight
it’s quite now – out by the trailers – as he pulls his good boots on
all the young studs – the half-crippled bull riders – well, they’ve already gone
it takes him longer – his stiff joints fighting – he pulls a sleeve down over some scars
dressin’ up just enough – to knock a few down at the nearest bar

well at that bar …
the juke box is blasting – the girls are dancing – stompin’ their boots on the ground
the circuit riders are buyin’ – beers for the ladies – and she pourin’ everyone another round
and she cusses like the devil – when some drunk cowpoke – spills his pitcher on the floor
after all these years – she doesn’t want to work at eli’s anymore

he swears to himself – not too much whiskey this time – as he walks in the door
but he knows it will likely be a late one at eli’s tonight

he’s lookin’ at the floor – while he fumbles for some cash – she asks “whats you drinkin, hombre”
when he looks up their eyes lock – and the whole d-mn bar just fades away
in the noisy silence – two worn down victims – stare at each other in this waterin’ hole
they’re both surprised to find they still have a shred of their long lost souls

she pours him three fingers – asks about his buckle – a trophy from his glory days
he tells her his stories – about his travel’ life – and his vagabond ways
how he wishes it were different – he’d just like to slow down – she touches his hand and smiles
“this one’s on me” she says – praying that he’ll stay for awhile

the rodeo’s back in town – but her dark feelin’ can’t be found
and she won’t be goin’ home – alone – from eli’s tonight
they won’t be goin’ home …. alone … from eli’s tonight

- guy smith

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