Alamo, heard all about your fandango

Banged 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

23 hours till the border

Don’t think I’ll be going as fast as I came

Fast as I came

Fast as I came

 

Tears on my pillow

Of course they’re not mine

Altar that altar

Making a play

Somebody invent the telephone line

I take my, my chances

 

Ah

 

Alamo, wish I could do what gold does

Heard that the stars where in order

God dealt your 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

Altar that altar

Making a play

Somebody, just somebody invent the telephone line

I'll take my chances