آهنگ: Lyle Lovett. Ballad of The Snow Leopard & The Tanqueray Cowboy.

"Comfort me", said she, "With your conversation
With the cocktails and the candlelight in your eyes"
It's funny how we hunger for some inspiration
And everything else that, that money just won't buy

Men have lied, many good girls have gone astray
Just to hear the gypsy
Play one more lilting cowboy tune
And as the rivers run dry and the mountains blow away
They sing of lovers and how they lay
Beneath this crazy frontier moon

I ain't no golden boy, I ain't no Grecian dancer
And I ain't no loudmouthed cowboy from the West
I'm not the kind of man with all the answers
But I surely know the songs that suit me best

But lately I've had something on my mind
It's growing stronger all the time
Calling out when I'm alone
But I'm a poet and I'm bound to walk the line
Between the real and the sublime
And give the muses back their own

It's a penny for your thoughts, it's a dollar for you kisses
Keep a running tab on the time
'Cause what I've got the most of is what she misses
The clock is hers, the hourglass is mine

But I'm her lover, not a man bent on revenge
Hanging out here on the fringe o
Of my native borderlands
Counting the days the sun shone golden across her head
Lying on the banks of the bayou's edge
Kicking up some Southeast Texas sand

"Comfort me", said she, "With your conversation
With the cocktails and the candlelight in your eyes"
It's funny how we hunger for some inspiration
And everything else that, that money just won't buy
And everything else that, that money just won't buy
And everything else that, that money just won't