Little Sister

You're coming in about as clear as a midnight show
On an all-night station out of Mexico
Too much static in my attic and the signal's low
But I'm waiting here with nowhere to go

Little Sister I don't think I'm gonna make it
I've taken far too much to try and fake it
The desert's quiet and cold
And every ounce I hold
Is gonna break it

Well I can hear you clear enough to grab a couple words
Something about luminal and red-winged birds
I see the shadows dance in the low-beam glow
As I point 'em toward the border of Mexico

Little Sister I don't think I'm gonna make it
I've taken far too much to try and fake it
The desert's quiet and cold
And every ounce I hold
Is gonna break it

I can get a little jumpy when the signal's live
I've got some cigarettes and a 45
I've got a number in my wallet and a cracked window
And a price on my head in Mexico



Credits
Writer(s): David, Jr. Newman
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