The Death of Some Last Something
We met up in El Paso
Hit southern New Mexico
Mesilla to the mountains
Sunspot I think it was
Where we slept in her old pickup
In the freezing rain
I held her oh so closely
While she cried about losing her kids
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t even know where I’ve been
She wasn’t only my lover
She was a damn good friend
And now I’m one more outcast
Hell I’m one more outcast
Feeling the death of something
The death of some last something
Low on gas we coasted down to the Flatlands
Where she had some family and friends
We soon wore out our welcome
Shook hands with another dead end
Drifted downstream to Del Rio
Where she’d sleep with this Mexican doctor
It took care of our habit
With a little left over to sell
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t even know where I’ve been
She wasn’t only my lover
She was a damn good friend
And now I’m one more outcast
Hell I’m one more outcast
Feeling the death of something
The death of some last something
Then things went south at the border
And she called from a ‘cuήa jail
Customs booked her and brought her back over
But with a last gasp she jumped bail
With cotton fever and an Eagle Pass dealer,
She fled town for a darker hell
Her body found dead in some brown and red sludge
My clinched grief will never see her again
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t even know where I’ve been
She wasn’t only my lover
She was a damn good friend
And now I’m one more outcast
Hell I’m one more outcast
Feeling the death of something
The death of some last something
Feeling the death of something.....
The death of some last something.
Morri Hartgraves fleamarketpickers.com
