al duvall – on the corduroy road lyrics
i left bernadino with a .44 in my hand
on an old plank highway across the burning sand
i met with justice and i robbed her blind
i’m not a good man, but i’m hard to find
way out in the desert in a snakeskin tent
where it looks like god forgot to pay the rent
but it suits me finer than anywhere else i go
on the corduroy road
for supper, i catch dry fish in a lake of dust
then i hit the mining town that went from boom to bust
where nooses and bullet holes pave the street
there’s ghost+town ladies underneath the sheets
it’s left and tattered, it’s so d+mn hot
you can drink your beer and watch it turn into a shot
and toast the old prospector who blew his motherlode
on the corduroy road
i met a dust+bowl beauty at the rain dance friday night
she broke my heart just to drink the tears i cried
but i’m glad i’m livin’ where they pick ’em clean
with a sack of silver and a full canteen
and when i die, don’t you bury me
just park my carcass in a cactus tree
and leave my jerky to the pack rat and h+rny toad
on the corduroy road
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