Burgundy Sundown

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Burgundy SundownWell, there’s a burgundy sundown, lone star shining on a silver trackSlow train snakin’ through the trees, with a lady who’s not lookin’ backAnd in the mist along the rails, I see a fool in a midnight barTwo wine jugs in a row, said his wife wouldn’t knowAbout the cowgirl on his armNow there’s a burgundy sundown, crawlin’ on a lonely railroad trackLong train winding up a hill, with a woman who ain’t lookin’ backWhat that diesel horse is takin’, is leaving only wine n guiltand like a pale white claw, slips from a puma’s pawI watch the moon slip from the hillsand curse the wine while swearing ev’ry swallowSomehow fills my heart where it feels hollowWhat helped put me in the spot I’m inHelps me dream of love that could’ve beenCos there’s a burgundy sundown, fadin’ slowly over a foggy trackLong train sneakin’ from my life, with a lady who ain’t lookin’ backSo my dreams and the hills will drink until we drownFrom a burgundy…a burgundy sundownYeah, a burgundy sundown…©2007 Robert George