I like it    I don't like it

Alamo

heard all about your fandango

begged on my knees on your back door

only to wake you to blues on the way

blues on the way

blues on the way



embarcadero, figures you'll see me as older

twenty-three hours til the border

Don't think I'll be going as fast as I came.

fast as I came

fast as I came



the tears on my pillow, of course they're not mine

alter that altar

make it a play

somebody invent the telephone line

I'll take my chances



Alamo

wish I could do what God does

heard that the stars were in order

got yourself dealt a hand

with two queen of spades

and blues on the way

blues on the way



tears on my pillow

of course they're not mine

alter that altar

make it a play

somebody just

somebody invent the telephone line

I'll take my chances