there's a golden sun
on a spinning wheel
there's a yellow fleck
in a pan full of steel

there's the fire I spat
and the breath I once drew
there's work that I'm doing
and the work that I do

there's a girl, half fish
singing songs about love
there's a man with no arms
with a drawer full of gloves

so what.. fair darlin'
have I figured so far?
"never play poker
with a blonde in a bar"

there's a rope and a saddle
there's a trail and a gun
but the trail ain't no different
when your pony ain't young

still the camp fire burns
in the chests of a few
and you sleep with your dream
and you wake up anew

so what fair darlin
don't I know I don't know?
"when fixing to stay
you should probably go"

it's the seas are rough
and the trail it is long
and your pony
has heard mostly
all of your song