Ray Wylie Hubbard - The messenger

I am ^Gwearing old boots with h^Digh cuban heels Our ^Cadd9souls they are worn and we ^Gstand here by grac^De My ^Gtrousers are torn and my ^Djacket is borrowed I am^C wearing my time behind the^G eyes in my ^Dface

^CI am not looking for ^Gloose diamonds Or ^Cpretty girls with ^Gcrosses around their n^Decks ^GI don't want ^Dfor roses or water, I am not looking for ^CGod I am not looking ^Dfor ^Gsex

I've worn ou^Gt my welcome in c^Dertain small circles ^CIn Spanish bordellos and ^Gconfederate ^Dstates But there is an^G angel in leathers and ^Dkindness Who ^Cwhispers my name be^Gyond heaven's gate^D

^CI am not looking for ^Gloose diamonds Or ^Cpretty girls with ^Gcrosses around their n^Decks ^GI don't want ^Dfor roses or water, I am not looking for ^CGod I am not looking ^Dfor ^Gsex

^EmAll the true believers are out ^Don the road tonite No m^Catter what happens, you know ^Gthey'll be okay ^D And to the ^Emrock and roll gypsies may the last ^Dsong you sing Be ^Cby Townes Van Zandt and down in old Sa^Dnta Fe

Now I have^G a mission and a small code of^D honor ^CTo stand and deliver by whatever ^Dmeasures ^GAnd the message I give you from this ^Dold poet C G

He said "^COur fears are like dragons guar^Dding our precious treasu^Dres” [Chorus] ^CI am not looking for ^Gloose diamonds Or ^Cpretty girls with ^Gcrosses around their n^Decks ^GI don't want ^Dfor roses or water, I am not looking for ^CGod I am not looking ^Dfor ^Gsex