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guy smith - eli's lyrics

he’s a rodeo remnant + a has been cowboy – a left over eight second star
he busted brocs + in the western circuit – ‘till one busted him hard
now he’s pitchin’ hay + cleaning stalls + anything just to make some dough
drinking away the pain + followin’ the only road that he knows

she once loved a cowboy + who drove in the night + chasin’ a restless man’s dream
her heart never healed + over twenty some years + and never will, so it seems
she still tending bar + down at eli’s – but she spends most of her time home alone
though once in a while + she’s been known to take another cowboy home

now the rodeo’s back in town, that dark feelin’s have come around
she knows it be a long shift down at eli’s tonight
it’s quite now + out by the trailers + as he pulls his good boots on
all the young studs + the half+crippled bull riders + well, they’ve already gone
it takes him longer + his stiff joints fighting + he pulls a sleeve down over some scars
dressin’ up just enough + to knock a few down at the nearest bar

well at that bar …
the juke box is blasting + the girls are dancing + stompin’ their boots on the ground
the circuit riders are buyin’ + beers for the ladies + and she pourin’ everyone another round
and she cusses like the devil + when some drunk cowpoke – spills his pitcher on the floor
after all these years + she doesn’t want to work at eli’s anymore

he swears to himself + not too much whiskey this time + as he walks in the door
but he knows it will likely be a late one at eli’s tonight

he’s lookin’ at the floor – while he fumbles for some cash + she asks “whats you drinkin, hombre”
when he looks up their eyes lock + and the whole d+mn bar just fades away
in the noisy silence + two worn down victims – stare at each other in this waterin’ hole
they’re both surprised to find they still have a shred of their long lost souls

she pours him three fingers + asks about his buckle – a trophy from his glory days
he tells her his stories + about his travel’ life + and his vagabond ways
how he wishes it were different – he’d just like to slow down + she touches his hand and smiles
“this one’s on me” she says + praying that he’ll stay for awhile

the rodeo’s back in town + but her dark feelin’ can’t be found
and she won’t be goin’ home + alone + from eli’s tonight
they won’t be goin’ home …. alone … from eli’s tonight

- guy smith lyrics

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