Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
Chris Trapper
It hasn't rained here for two months straight
There's brush fires all around
One hundred degrees and I was out too late
Loitering downtown
I must admit that I was a whiskey drunk
And burnt from the southwest sun
Bitter and broken and all out of luck
But when all hope is gone
That's when I need to see my love
When all the wells are dry
But all I taste when I leave my love
Is the salt from a tear choked eye
There's no police on these mean mean streets
They've given up for years
There's built up tenements by a bone dry creek
Nothing grows down here
That's where I need to see my love
When all the wells are dry
But all I taste when I leave my love
Is the salt from a tear choked eye
But nobody's buying back a broken heart
There's no pearl in an empty shell
We're two desperate shadows sinking in the dark
Of a one last chance motel
That's where I need to meet my love
When all the wells are dry
But all I taste when I leave my love
Is the salt from a tear choked eye