Cibola County Line

Seven cities gleaming of gold
Prospectors in their graves
Tossing and turning and wishing
They had just one more day

Dreams to the west, dawn at our backs
If we can just make it this time
Seven desert cities gleam of gold
Beyond the Cibola County line

We blew the truck clutch at Fort Sumner
When we stopped to see Billy the Kid
Ground third gear down to Albuquerque
Where we never shoulda done what we did

Dreams to the west, dawn at our backs
If we can just make it this time
Seven desert cities gleam of gold
Beyond the Cibola County line

I never meant to kill the Mexican
But the Mexican meant to kill me
Twitching hand, glint in his eyes
I knew how things were gonna be

Dreams to the west, dawn at our backs
If we can just make it this time
Seven desert cities gleam of gold
Beyond the Cibola County line

We left him lying dying in the basement
He burned us, smell our burning tires
Crazy how fast two people can run
Blood on their hands, feet on the fire

Dreams to the west, dawn at our backs
If we can just make it this time
Seven desert cities gleam of gold
Beyond the Cibola County line

Copyright 2009 Dan Murray