David Coller

Lyrics

Tucson © 2020 David Coller (ASCAP)

Up in the mornin’, roll out of bed
Got to get walkin’ ‘cause the horses are dead
Shake out your boots ‘cause it’s time to move on
Put some miles on your feet by the first light of dawn

No one was watching when you rode out of town
Except that gray-haired old timer and that worn-out old hound
Blind yeller dog just a-scratchin’ his fleas
When that old feller coughs and he says with a wheeze

Chorus Eat when you’re hungry, drink when you’re dry
Walk while the sun is still low in the sky and
Don’t lose your way or you surely will die
‘Cause it’s a long, hot trail back to Tucson

Up in the mornin’, by noon you’re half dead
By nightfall you’re diggin’ in a dry river bed
Six foot of sand then a slab of dry stone
And you’re wonderin’ if you’re gonna die here alone

You never paid him no mind, you let him work that jawbone
You let him talk that palaver, let him spew, let him drone
With his dog and his cane and his hat and his lice
And his mouth full of chaw and too much free advice
(He said somethin’ like...)

Chorus

Up in the mornin’, plumb out of luck
Try not to stumble ‘cause you might not get up
Try not to notice those birds overhead
Them danged turkey buzzards wishin’ that you were dead

Stare up at the sun and out across the dry land
That just might be water but it might just be sand
Your head starts to reel and your eyes have gone red
And you try and remember what that old-timer said
(What he say now...)

Chorus x 2 – repeat last line