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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
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