Rhinestones In The Ashes

Intro: There's a train out on the mainline, climbin' Tehachapi There's a place across the railroad tracks, they call eternity Somewhere there's a jukebox, and a cowboy shootin' pool Street narcotics in his socks, no thread left on the spool Oh there's a fire in the desert, and a whiskey on the wind I must say it's been a pleasure, adios my friend All that's left is a promise and a pack of matches For the sequin ghost in Buck Owens' clothes And rhinestones in the ashes So long city of Angels, speckled bird spread your wings Braid me a halo from Gene Norman's guitar strings There's no spirit in the ember, just a sweet song on the breeze A station wagon zigzagging through the Joshua Tree Oh there's a fire in the desert, and a whiskey on the wind I must say it's been a pleasure, adios my friend All that's left is a promise and a pack of matches For the sequin ghost in Buck Owens' clothes And rhinestones in the ashes The sequin ghost in Buck Owens' clothes And rhinestones in the ashes