Silverado Days - Beulah

Me and I

Yeah, we’re going your way

Summer trumpets and open the gates

No angels there to greet me

They can’t breathe and they won’t see me

And I’ll do I’ll do

but a little won’t help you now

I’ll do

I was a kid

and you were my hero

Bathed in rinestones and brand new chinos

I was young, drunk and easy

We would tool but our holsters were empty

And I’ll do I’ll do

but a little won’t help you now

I’ll do

'Long the wayside gonna change our names

They’re easily replaced

It comes on heavy like a symphony

At the CiniMart

Even though we don’t mean what we say

We throw our words

Like bombs and hand grenades

Arms are waiting like a monument

It comes and goes in time

Like highway signs we post along the way

And wonder were they’ve gone

Even though we don’t mean what we say

We throw our words

Like bombs and hand grenades