Desert Strings at Sundown

Dust on my hem,

Austin at dawn

Jon Wolf tunes up,

and the law rides gone

In my cowgirl life,

I learned the hard trail young

Austin Texas bit

like a rattler on the tongue

Cruel town courthouse, cards on the floor

Jon Wolf sang truth by the dry goods store

Ride on, ride on,

over the open plain

No silver badge

can wash away the pain

Jon Wolf, keep playin',

make the night feel kind I got an 1800s heart

and a lawless mind

We crossed the creek

where the wanted posters tore

Men talked justice, then they asked for more

I kept my mare close,

kept my pistol clean

Jon Wolf sang low

like he knew what I'd seen

Ride on, ride on,

over the open plain

No silver badge

can wash away the pain

Jon Wolf, keep playin',

make the night feel kind I got an 1800s heart and a

lawless mind

If the gallows call my name before the rain

Lay my hat

where the mesquite leans

Tell Austin I never bowed my head

Tell Jon Wolf

to sing for me

Ride on, ride on,

over the open plain

No silver badge can wash away the pain

Jon Wolf, keep playin',

make the night feel kind I got an 1800s heart and a

lawless mind

Jon Wolf, ride slow Leave my song in the sand