Diamond Street

WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPH BOUET

He couldn't make it last night
Silver spurs on leather boots
Too drunk and of course too tired
A sunburned smile in a face of a fool
"Get your legs off the table!" She said
"Get out of my room and take your bag!"

Western star's last dying breath
He got no reason to believe
There's more than sin and angry grief
Be quiet now and leave
The Diamond Street

"Don't throw my clothes into the street
Just pour me another drink!"
She got me a double jack and cigarettes
Now I'm out of the game
"Do you expect somethin' better than that?
A gambler's mind under a cowboy hat?"

Western star's last dying breath
He got no reason to believe
There's more than sin and angry grief
Be quiet now and leave
The Diamond Street

I got blind from Vegas lights
I went home, took the Greyhound Line
I met old pals from my old life
They didn't say hello, not even goodbye
"Oh boy! You get that right
You gotta save me from the rollin' lights!"

Western star's last dying breath
He got no reason to believe
There's more than sin and angry grief
Be quiet now and leave
The Diamond Street