I'm too high to walk the streets
Of this dying town
If I can't find you here
And pretty baby you know
Just how to bring me down
Every time you crawl into my head
Down here they got these
Christmas lights on their lawns
But it's nearly march
Down the road they got those
Valentines hearts
Laughing at me as I go
Well girl you can't call me now
Cause I left on that greyhound
Pretty baby pick me up downtown
I though you said you'd be
Said you'd be true to me
Now I'm wasted here
Your voice is in my ear
These prairie smiles are runnin' me dry
And I missed my last trip the station
The man told me I was flirtin' temptation on my own
I'm too drunk to call your number on the phone
Even if you ask me to
But I'll write you some sad and lonesome tune
That I'll never play for you
credits
from Real Ponchos,
released January 25, 2013
Written by E. Scott and B. Arsenault