Dusty Gold

Dusty Gold, you left the ranch too early
wild horses are trampling the wheat
You say your lover wants to meet with you today
with his vial of triple XXX poison

The sun comes to blacken this tiring day
   as the sound of crunching gravel signals his arrival
   He’s done playing cards today, he drew the queen of hearts
   and ripped it apart all the same

Dusty Gold, what’s he done to you now?
  What’s he done? What’s he done?

Dusty Gold, he only wants you for one reason
you are just another notch on his belt
Your valentines card never meant anything
he left it in the drawers with his rusted revolver

You dream of a home with a white picket fence
A child that would make you complete
But he’s just pulling on your chain
hoping that he’ll get his, so he can kiss and tell

Dusty Gold, what’s he done to you now?
  What’s he done? What’s he done?

All you ever think about
was that was perfect summer’s day
He carved your name onto the old oak tree
the same place he lays with his daily liaisons
Laughing at your vulnerable Love
Oh... Dusty Gold

The End

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