Black Rodeo from E.P. by DYADO

I've got a Gibson J-50 and a pack of smokes
If you wanted I could take you to the black rodeo.
You always remind me of a dream I wrote,
lets make something out of nothing everywhere we go.

Could I be lost here, could it be that I've been found.

There's a backwoods preacher with a broken nose.
There aint nothing but static on the radio.
There's six bullets in the back of a man I know,
and heaven is a place that nobody goes.
You're living in hell or you're dead on the road.

Could we get lost here, I don't want us to be found.

I got graves for digging, I got dice to roll.
I got a ring for your finger, and a broken soul.
So my long lean woman with the eyes that glow,
We could run away together to Mexico.
I've got a 750 and man she goes..

Could we be lost here, I don't want us to be found.

• Folk
• alternative folk
• dream country
• farm pop
• indie rock
• Camden