this place plays tricks on me i dont know why im here so peaceful and serene but it only brings me tears good lord it only brings me tears my bad luck boots and my hard luck hand my coal black thoughts reappear reprimand hold my head to the silt to the sand to the bone white dead of the rio grande i return every last time with a strong and a hopeful heart but under a mocking blue sky somehow it all just crumbles apart oh it all just crumbles apart my bad luck boots and my hard luck hand my coal black thoughts reappear reprimand hold my head to the silt to the sand to the bone white dead of the rio grande the pines have lost their green now they stare without a sound the winds too cold to sing snow is heavy on the ground heavy on the ground