The Wheels Of Laredo - Live From The Troubadour / October 2019

Thank you so much

On a winter night in Webb County, Texas
On the North Bank of the mighty Rio Grande
Well I was watching the jungle fires a-burnin'
Across the border of a not-so-distant land
And the echoes of the church bells that were swingin'
Could be heard from Guadalupe Market Square
There was a girl down there on the Southside of the river
She had feathers tied into her long black hair

And if I was a White-Crowned Sparrow
I'd float across the Southern skies of blue
But I'm stuck inside the wheels of Laredo
Wishing I was rolling back to you

I put on my favorite jacket for Jamboozie
I painted up my eyes and wore my beads
There was a band playing, "To God be the Glory"
There were people dancing all around the street
There were barrels on the sidewalk that were burning
And a fortune-teller readin' people's hands
And I swear, I heard those church bells ringing
Across the border of a not-so-distant land

Singing, if I was a White-Crowned Sparrow
Well I would float across the Southern skies of blue
But I'm stuck inside the wheels of Laredo
Wishing I was rolling back to you

If I was White-Crowned Sparrow
Well I would float across the Southern skies of blue
But I'm stuck inside the wheels of Laredo
Wishing I was rolling back to you

I'm stuck inside the wheels of Laredo
Wishing I was rolling back to you
Wish I was rolling back to you
Wish I was rolling back to you
Wish I was rolling back to you