The Messenger

Lyrics
[Verse 1] I'm wearing old boots with high Cuban heels Our souls, they are worn and we stand here by grace My trousers are torn, my jacket is borrowed And I'm wearing my time behind the eyes in my face [Chorus] And I'm not looking for loose diamonds Or pretty girls with crosses 'round their necks I don't want four roses or water I'm not looking for God, I'm not looking for sex [Verse 2] I've worn out my welcome in certain small circles In Spanish bordellos and confederate states But there is an angel in leathers and kindness She whispers my name and she smiles at my fate [Chorus] And I'm not looking for loose diamonds Or pretty girls with crosses 'round their necks I don't want four roses or water I'm not looking for God, I'm not looking for sex [Verse 3] And all the true believers are out on the road tonight No matter what happens, you know they'll be okay And to the rock and roll gypsies, may the last song you sing Be by Mr. Van Zandt when you're down in old Santa Fe [Verse 4] Now I have a mission and a small code of honor: To stand and deliver by whatever measures And the message I give you, it's by this old poet Rilke He said "Our fears are like dragons guarding our most precious treasures" [Chorus] And I'm not looking for loose diamonds Or pretty girls with crosses 'round their necks I don't want four roses or water I'm not looking for God, I'm just wonderin' what's next
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Credits
- Writers
- Ray Wylie Hubbard