Long trying to lose these
Hard dying' Silver City blues
Under pastel hues
Dusty saddles strip mall chapels
Copper poison in the stream
For a little green

Crossed the river now I'm thinking of St. Paul
Whose hope unseen is no hope at all
We had three hundred days of sun but I ain't seen one
In a long long while

Long trying to lose these
Hazy traces of morning star
Put me in a car
Tularosa Ruidoso
Cloudcroft Jemez all the same
Still glad we came