Tonasket Blues from BADLANDS by el palomino

Tonasket Blues

Three days we drive all night
We keep it state side
Through every dim lit town

Let the tapes roll, let the record show
Not even opera
Sounds so loud

So shame me for every transgress
For all my habits that
Let you down
Watch the day wane
Pull off the freeway
Grab my arms and shake me
In the back of a parking lot

White bird take my love to her
Don’t get lost along the way
White bird it’s been a week I haven’t heard
Is my love forgotten or misplaced

Gently picking up antiques
Swallowing sea breeze
And the steam from the Tesaro

Go where the road ends, make new friends
We get a laugh track
Just like a TV show

Stop me if I don’t seem friendly
It’s just a pattern
One more for the road

White bird take my love to her
Don’t get lost along the way
White bird it’s been a week I haven’t heard
Is my love forgotten or misplaced

The heat here, you sweat something fierce
There’s still no cure for the Tonasket blues

In the belly of a rusted bucket
I sing the Tonasket blues

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