Songtext von Alamo

Alamo, heard all about your fandango Banged on my knees on your back door Only to wake you to blues on the way Blues on the way, blues on the way Embarcadero, figures you’ll see me as older Twenty-three hours till the border Don’t think I’ll be going as fast as I came Fast as I came, fast as I came Tears on my pillow, of course, they’re not mine Alter that altar, making a play Somebody invent the telephone line I’ll take my chances Alamo, wish I could do what gold does Heard that the stars were in order Got yourself dealt a hand with two queen of spades And blues on the way, blues on the way Tears on my pillow, of course, they’re not mine Alter that altar, making a play Somebody just, somebody invent the telephone line I’ll take my chances