Letras
She was an upstate transplant
Howling "micha-woah"
Drinking Lone Star beer
Wearing boots with a skirt
She didn't have no local beau
Her eyes had a glow
Figured I could make myself
Her desert Romeo
As I ordered us a breaker for the ice
Being a cosmic cowboy
Six-foot-four
Stetson on my head
Frame of a door
I am an artisan whiskey
Left-wing Toro kind of man
Just the kind your right-wing father can't stand
It was a Thursday
Padres throwback vinyl night
Found our common ground
Found ourselves outside
She didn't mind me smoking
She liked the way I talked
I said, "Hey babe, you wanna go for a walk 'round the courthouse?"
We were dancing on the lawn
To an El Camino vroom vroom
Well we really turned it on
Out in the oasis
A chilly desert night
Lit up on tequila and mystery lights
But you were like them lights
Too soon to disappear
Somewhere south of highway 90
God knows how far from here
Well I knew that I'd been duped
Them sheets were just a ghost
No sound from a TV
No eggs, no morning toast
I don't know why I stay here
I don't paint, I don't draw
And I sure don't wax poetic
But I would if I saw you
Out in the oasis
A chilly desert night
Lit up on tequila and mystery lights
But you were like them lights
Too soon to disappear
Somewhere south of highway 90
God knows how far from here
I haven't seen you since
One night in Marfa
I haven't seen you since
One night in Marfa