Blue Sandia from Southern Stars by Jas Stewart

A glow from the cigarette lighter / In the old Ford that she loves to drive / And I know, yes I know / She won't be coming home tonight / Man I hate this getting old / Old age ain't no damn state of mind / I never thought I'd be alone / This far down the line / How blue are the Sandia Mountains? / It's been so long since I've been home / Tell Miguel to set 'em on up / I hate drinking alone / There's a little blind boy who lives down in Juarez / He'll paint you a picture for a dime / Well he paints with all his heart / He don't care about the lines / Well, I guess it must be some kind of sin / But I wish I could be like him / Well he can't see, but least he feels / The world he's living in / How blue are the Sandia Mountains? / It's been so long since I've been home / Tell Miguel to set 'em on up / I hate drinking alone / Are these then the broken ties that bind? / For those who trust, how quickly they unwind / Am I free or am I lost? / Guess I'll find out in good time / The winds of the Sandia Mountains / Free the spirit of the heart so they say / But this bone-dry desert breeze / Is all I have today / How blue are the Sandia Mountains? / It's been so long since I've been home / Tell Miguel to set 'em on up / I hate drinking alone

• Americana
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• Folk
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