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Al Duvall - On The Corduroy Road Lyrics

I left Bernadino with a .44 in my hand
On an old plank highway across the burning sand
I met with justice and I robbed her blind
I'm not a good man, but I'm hard to find
Way out in the desert in a snakeskin tent
Where it looks like God forgot to pay the rent
But it suits me finer than anywhere else I go
On the Corduroy Road

For supper, I catch dry fish in a lake of dust
Then I hit the mining town that went from boom to bust
Where nooses and bullet holes pave the street
There's ghost-town ladies underneath the sheets
'Cause Last Chance Tavern gets so damn hot
You can drink your beer and watch it turn into a shot
And toast the old prospector who blew his motherlode
On the Corduroy road

I met a Dust-Bowl beauty at the rain dance Friday night
She broke my heart just to drink the tears I cried
But I'm glad I'm livin' where they pick 'em clean
With a sack of silver and a full canteen
And when I die, don't you bury me
Just park my carcass in a cactus tree
And leave my jerky to the pack rat and horny toad
On the Corduroy Road