Roger Alan Wade - Rhinestones In The Ashes

There's a train out on the mainline
climbing to Hatchapee
there's a place cross the railroad tracks
they call eternity

And somewhere there's a jukebox
cowboys shooting pool
street narcotics in his socks
no thread left on the spool

There's a fire in the desert
Whiskey on the wind
Im'ma say its been a pleasure
adios my friend
and all that's left is a promise and a pack of matches
For the sequined ghost in Buck Owens clothes
and Rhinestones in the ashes

So long City of Angels
Speckled bird spread your wings
Bring me a halo
of Gene Normans guitar strings

There's no spirit in the embers
Just a sweet song on the breeze
Station wagon zig zagging through
the Joshua trees

Theres a fire in the desert
whiskey on the wind
Im'ma say its a been a pleasure
adios my friend
and all thats left is a promise and a pack of matches
For the sequined ghost in Buck Owens clothes
and Rhinestones in the Ashes

There's a sequined ghost on Buck Owens clothes
and Rhinestones in the Ashes