"Comfort me", said she, "With your conversation
With the cocktails and the candlelight in your eyes"
It's funny how we hunger for some inspiration
And everything else that, that money just won't buy
Men have lied, many good girls have gone astray
Just to hear the gypsy
Play one more lilting cowboy tune
And as the rivers run dry and the mountains blow away
They sing of lovers and how they lay
Beneath this crazy frontier moon
I ain't no golden boy, I ain't no Grec...