she was leaned against the wall
by an uptown market stall
she had defiance all in her eyes
you could tell she was alone
and had seen a hard road
yeah she knew something about falling Dominos

low on gasoline
on the road to New Orleans
the Santa Fe cuts the low sun on its way to Houston
the last cars fade away and gone
and the Sabine River flows on

she told me she was staying in the French Quarter
over by Esplanade
said she’d come down from up north after going round back and forth
looking for love not knowing what it was she said
it’s no surprise I was
telling myself lies

low on gasoline
on the road to New Orleans
the Santa Fe cuts the low sun on its way to Houston
last cars fade away and gone
and the Sabine River flows on

I asked her who it was in the picture on her bureau
she said thats my brother
we were very close
he lost his life being reckless the way young men do
he never stood a chance
thought he was bullet proof

low on gasoline
on the road to New Orleans
the Santa Fe cuts the low sun on its way to Houston
the last cars fade away and gone
and the Sabine River flows on

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