San Angelo
演唱：Cody RyanIf you ever vist santa fe
To sell your handmade pottery
Maybe you can come down for a day
To albuquerque
When you skid your six gear down mount tabor
To the watertrough saloon
Do you still drink double jameson
Get quarters for the table
And shoot a rack of pool
I'd listen to your tv show
Through the studio wall
While you worked
On your clay and sometimes
We would run into each
Other in the kitchen and talk
I've always been grateful
That you were so kind to me then
When the virus hit we hunkered down
You told me about your million buck plan
Said you got the money and I got the gun
As I held your porcelain hands
We'd watch casablanca and play gin for hours
I think we were even when you left
The last time I saw you was when I took
Ya on my motorcycle downtown
To the protest
I wonder if ever you'd ever move back to san angelo
Have you remained a lone star through
Across all these years of my rambling
I've always kept a bag packed for you
Do you still go to the bins and sell clothes on ebay
Do you roll the occassional cigarette
Have you been to my fathers place
Where elliott smith listened to johnny cash and drank
Did you get the rose I left on your doorstep
To sell your handmade pottery
Maybe you can come down for a day
To albuquerque
When you skid your six gear down mount tabor
To the watertrough saloon
Do you still drink double jameson
Get quarters for the table
And shoot a rack of pool
I'd listen to your tv show
Through the studio wall
While you worked
On your clay and sometimes
We would run into each
Other in the kitchen and talk
I've always been grateful
That you were so kind to me then
When the virus hit we hunkered down
You told me about your million buck plan
Said you got the money and I got the gun
As I held your porcelain hands
We'd watch casablanca and play gin for hours
I think we were even when you left
The last time I saw you was when I took
Ya on my motorcycle downtown
To the protest
I wonder if ever you'd ever move back to san angelo
Have you remained a lone star through
Across all these years of my rambling
I've always kept a bag packed for you
Do you still go to the bins and sell clothes on ebay
Do you roll the occassional cigarette
Have you been to my fathers place
Where elliott smith listened to johnny cash and drank
Did you get the rose I left on your doorstep