Juarez (A Song to Himself) Lyrics

He wears a blue suede cowboy hat
Got a juarez women stretched out on his lap
He sings an old song
A song to himself
He sings waiting round to die
One border w****house looks just like another
But he first came to this one with his father and his brother
Now nobody cares one way or another
He sings an old song
A song to himself
He sings waiting round to die
There is a plump woman attending bar
He holds hands with another plump woman named starr
Lays a twenty on the table by the pigs feet jar
Sings an old song
Song to himself
He sings waiting round to die
A beautiful woman
Wraps around his shoulder
Eyes painted like clay
Except colder
She says hell of a deal
ain't it
This getting older
He sings an old song
Asong to himself
He sings waiting round to die.
Waiting round to die
Waiting round to die
He thinks
Who in the world would write a song like that
Then the two plump women
Start laughing at his hat
So he pulls another twenty out
Just like that
Sings an old song, song to himself
He sings waiting round to die.