Jett Rink

If you were in my western flick
over Reata we’d ride
oh, we’d strike it rich like Bick Benedict
never repent on a dime
Through oil fields of West Texas
just beyond the Marfa lights
we’d walk the red earth
sense a new birth
beneath the blazing sky
Oh!, yeah I’m richin'
Oh! yeah, I’m rich for my well has come in, yeah
Be my shelter from the storm
and I’ll taste your sweet lips of wine
hold me close beneath the stars
at your table I will dine
Vaya con Dios pistolero
Oh, love’s just the luck of the draw
Viva vaquero!
arriba tu alma
just like Peckinpah
Oh!, yeah I’m richin' Oh yeah I’m rich, boy
Oh! yeah, I’m rich for my well has come in, yeah
You’ve got that gritty streak of ol' Jett Rink
You light the fire in my eyes
You’ve got that roguish charm that makes me weak
You’re my wildcatter in disguise