the road to la palma

from better days are coming by Matt Hudgins

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lyrics

the road to la palma is paved with ancient stones
beneath misty moonlight that chills to the bone
one caballito to set things to right
but one caballito won't sleep alone tonight
for the stranger who comes seeking solace away
from the home that he's known since his first waking day
and the woman he loves but don't know how to say
so never you ask what is wrong
the road to la palma is constant and long

the road to la palma has voices that say
tread softly if you should pass often this way
for 100 years wait in bottles of glass
and you're not the first and you won't be the last
to come dancing at night when the song fills the air
of a west texas girl with her golden hair
just to stumble away gripping close your despair
for the many ensnared by her song
the road to la palma is where they went wrong

close your eyes now and dream of celestial seas
smoky mescal, a gift from the gods bringing peace
they surround you in the dark of the night

the road to la palma so often has said
that I am the black saint that lives in your head
that I am true ugliness, I know the love
that lives in your heart but is never enough
and the road to la palma is paved with ancient stones
laying heavy o'er dirt covering cortez's bones
and men better than you who'd not long sit on thrones
so come to la palma and drink
while outside the moonlight is swallowed by night so like ink

credits

from better days are coming, released November 6, 2012
written and recorded by matt hudgins, except: scott baxendale - mandolin

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Matt Hudgins Marietta, Georgia

Visionary genius luminary mastermind of the Shit-Hot Country Band, The Sky Children, Tetchy Seisakujo, Hopalong Hudge and his Buckskin Buddies; co-owner of Superfluous Umlaut Records and New Songs of the Old West Publishing.