Ghost Dance Band - The Wilted Rose

Deep in the hills of old Mexico
There's a lonesome inn where the locals roam
The name it had before was forgotten I suppose
Now it's just known as the wilted rose

The coyotes over there, howling at the stars
They'll take your life, over a game of cards
Keep to your own you don't wanna die tonight
Cuz in a little red dress by the candlelight

The calico queen
She dances and she sings
She'll look into your eyes and then
She'll spread her wings and sing
Oh, take me home

I wanna go home, to the wilted rose

She rises from her chair with red in her eyes
Wine on her lips and sin between her thighs
Drags from a cigarette blows out the candlelight
With each and step she catches another eye

The room grows quiet
The chatters all gone
Piano man starts the song
He sings and we all sing along
Oh, take me home
I wanna go home

Calico queen
Sing it to me
A wicked man's angel in the land of the obscene
If all hope is lost
The life that you've chose
You're welcome here at the wilted rose

Oh, take me home
I wanna go home

Written by:
Christopher Smith, Cody Dollins, Weston Dodd, Will Prescher

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