san antonio from missed calls by sammie g

a banjo, a fiddle and the clothes on our backs
you hop off the greyhound bus, you're always so relaxed
on our way down to Mexico
there are so many things that I don't know
an hour to kill so we lay around in Travis park
you have always wanted me to come out of the dark
I'm playing cards with a man and his cigarettes
some days are impossible to forget

don't leave me in the jailhouse again
solitude is not my friend anymore
but I've been thinking about you
in the meantime
not knowing that
you'll leave me behind in

San Antonio, San Antonio
....

Nadja gave us a great big weed butter roll
we'll get it stolen by the border patrol
grandpa Dennis has been in a bad way
but we'll be by his side by the end of the day

don't tell me love can disappear
I know I ain't always crystal clear
but when I look into that crystal ball
I still don't see us fall
Carolina in august, Wisconsin September
Oregon October, Seattle in November
Colorado for Christmas, got fired on new years
caught a greyhound out of Denver
and now we're out here Singin

San Antonio, San Antonio

with my baby boys

• R&B/Soul
• bus core
• cabin funk
• crap trap
• cuck pop
• soul
• Mars Hill