Ryan Bingham - The poet

^E6As I get long gone Out where the wind blows The desert sky s^Ehe flys by for miles ^E6As I keep walkin’ people keep talkin’ About things they’ve ne^Ever scene or done, ^E6Homeless sleep in the park Sweet hearts kiss in the dark I myself just mov^Ee on through town ^E6The moon keeps on shinin’ The rich keep on dinin’ Oh how i love the highw^Eay sun ^F#mOut to the ba^Ack, the poet wri^Etes his songs in blood

^E6Coyotes are callin’ Stars keep on fallin’ Your mother she won’t^E be around ^E6A feather blows down the road The wind is cold and your wings are broke And your heart is l^Eivin’ on the run ^E6Lonely and wasted, her eyes replaced it I don’t think I’ll m^Eake another mile ^E6From town to town I run My horse ain’t to drunk The daylight i^Es singin to the sun ^F#mOut to the ba^Ack, the poet^E writes his songs in blood

^E6Juke box is barkin’ I’m just getting started I’ve yet t^Eo see the light of day ^E6Senoritias lose it to the mariachi music Cause new york is t^Eoo far away ^E6The band keeps on playin’ With beer bottles breakin’ The barmaid I hear^Ed pulled a gun ^E6Poet takes a pistol, points at this sister Says honey your^E day is done ^F#mOut to the b^Aack, the^E poet writes his songs in blood ^F#mOut to the b^Aack, the po^Eet writes his songs in blood