James McMurtry - The Messenger lyrics

I'm wearing old boots with high Cuban heels
Our souls
They are worn and we stand here by grace
My trousers are torn, my jacket is borrowed
And I'm wearing my time behind the
Eyes in my face

And I'm not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses
'round their necks
I don't want four roses or water
I'm not looking for God
I'm not looking for sex

I've worn out my welcome
In certain small circles
In Spanish bordellos and confederate states
But there is an angel
In leathers and kindness
She whispers my name and she
Smiles at my fate

And I'm not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses
'round their necks
I don't want four roses or water
I'm not looking for God
I'm not looking for sex

And all the true believers are
Out on the road tonight
No matter what happens
You know they'll be okay
And to the rock and roll gypsies
May the last song you sing
Be by Mr van Zandt when you're
Down in old Santa Fe

Now I have a mission and
A small code of honor:
To stand and deliver by whatever measures
And the message I give you
It's by this old poet Rilke
He said "Our fears are like dragons
Guarding our most precious treasures"

And I'm not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses
'round their necks
I don't want four roses or water
I'm not looking for God
I'm just wonderin' what's next