The splintered old seat of the porch swing is empty
Where you used to sit and think of what life should be
I've got some smokes an old colt and some whiskey
to shoot down the songbirds that won't sing for me

It's alright the summertime is right around the bend
This old dog is tired of tryin to learn new tricks
Winter comes hard and creeps under your skin
Waiting in the dust for the wind
To blow me a kiss

She takes her clothes off and smiles and dives in
To the red lake of fire to try to wash off her sins
The west ain't too wild it turns out in the end
She floats around weightless she's too tired to swim

It's alright the summertime is right around the bend
This old dog is tired of tryin to learn new tricks
Winter comes hard and creeps under your skin
I'll be waiting in the dust for the wind
To blow me your kiss

devon robbins