Ray Wylie Hubbard, Pam Tillis, Ronnie Dunn - The Messenger lyrics

[Ray Wylie Hubbard, Pam Tillis, Ronnie Dunn - The Messenger lyrics]

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

I am not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses
Around their necks
And 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
Her leathers and kindness
And she whispers my name as


She smiles at my face

I am not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses
Around their necks
And 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
And 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 old Mr van Zandt if you
Find yourself out in Santa Fe

Now I have a mission and
A small code of honor
To stand and deliver to
You by whatever measures
And the message that I give ya
I got from this old poet he said
"Our fears are like dragons guarding
Our most precious treasures"

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

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