This place plays tricks on me I don't know why I'm here So peaceful and serene But it only brings me tears Good lord it only brings me tears
My bad luck boots And my hard luck hand My coal black thoughts Reappear, reprimand And hold my head To the silt, to the sand To the bone-white dead Of the Rio Grande
I return every last time With a strong and a hopeful heart But under a mocking blue sky Somehow it all just crumbles apart Oh it all just crumbles apart
My bad luck boots And my hard luck hand My coal black thoughts Reappear, reprimand And hold my head To the silt, to the sand To the bone-white dead Of the Rio Grande
The pines have lost their green Now they stare without a sound The wind's too cold to sing Snow is heavy on the ground Heavy on the ground
