Words and Music Copyright Lineage 1999
Took off and left all my friends at home
I made a living with my long rifle
I rode it into town on a winters night
As the whiskey starts a creeping
I hit the trail and I started to roam
The hot western sun is a cowboy’s home
Still, I miss that cool mountain breeze
in my old Virginia home
Death and deception was my only tool
Out there in the desert, you can see for miles
Where the days are hot and the nights are always cool
The chill I felt, I knew it was whiskey time
You sit down at the bar stool where you’d never know
that the whiskey drowns your aching,
but the loneliness reaches for your soul
A drop becomes a pour
I’ll wander through the nights for hours or more
But the pain won’t go away from being alone
I wish I was back in my old Virginia mountain home
