“Snow Falls on Flagstaff” by Steven Watson

SNOW FALLS ON FLAGSTAFF

 

Snow falls blue

On the mountains tonight

Dark and deep in the aspen groves

Your memory consumes my hazy mind

Like mesquite in my pot-belly stove

 

I’m crazy cold

On the cabin floor

Sippin’ my last shot of Patron

Wind whistles hard

Through the cedar doors

Down past my cross of stone

 

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Tequila clouds my brain

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Ice runs through my veins

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Your memory remains

 

You left me now

To wither and die

Like the leaves on the silver trees

You and this bottle of Mexican lies

Tied me down and torched our dreams

 

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Tequila clouds my brain

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Ice runs through my veins

Snow falls blue on Flagstaff

Your memory remains

 

 

 

“Snow Falls on Flagstaff”, © Copyrighted by Steve Watson, All Rights Reserved

 

 

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