Correction Paroles The Messenger par Ray Wylie Hubbard

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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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