The Cooley Gang - Marathon

Old white limousine long horns and cowboy scenes
Up and down the sides been a long long ride
Take a bottle from the big old trunk well you might stay afloat or you could get sunk
Falling under a spell hanging out at the Gage Hotel
Ooooh oooh
Desert hippies fly freaking out all the passers by
Come all the way down from Alpine
Put on those dancing shoes waltzing away the blues
Safety meeting in five out behind the room
She worn dusty fancy cowboy clothes slinging drinks down at the white buffalo
She had more diamonds in her eyes than the stars in a big west Texas sky
Hearing colors and seeing sounds slow way down
While old friends pass around a river guitar
And that desert town where the hills bow down
Shrugging off all the shooting stars
Ooooh oooh
Billy stole the show notes more precious than a handful of stone
That old man and his banjo
Sounds pretty promising considering the shape I'm in
Six days on the Rio we been paddling
Everybody do a wind dance now got to try to make it blow the right way
Taking me down
Old coyote sings that song of ancient things
Echoes on and on like that night in Marathon
Sunlight shining through the arroyo sleeping in the shadow a wild burro
Vision of a journey over wind swept land the shiver of a string and an old man's hand
Hearing colors and seeing sounds slow way down
While old friends pass around a river guitar
And that desert town where the hills bow down
Shrugging off all the shooting stars
Ooooh oooh
Ooooh oooh

Written by:
Jason Jaros

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