GOLDFIELDS BLUES - Spit Polish

Well fire on up those engines sir let the altitude dry my tears
We got four hours comin and a bar tab runnin oo-ee 
we're gonna roll on back the years

Y'know i left this town with a cow-lick yeh but it's stuck to me like a crime
My friend in need, 
it's the crooked in my smile

Now who's gonna keep you warm at night when those southern stars don't spark your dreams
When i turn fifty and my minds done gone who's gonna remind me just what it means
Memory like a minefield, 
I got those southern lights o' steel

Got red red dust in my toenails, 
red dust in my seams
Green canvas awnings oo-ee, 
We're gonna crawl up Hannan St.

So i was urging pips out of a cocktail lemon like shuckin oysters from a shell
If i get lost and you bother lookin oo-ee 
yer gonna find my ass in swill

Now who's gonna keep you warm at night when those southern stars don't spark your dreams
When i turn forty and my minds done gone who's gonna remind me just what it means
Memory like a minefield, 
I got those southern lights o' steel