Bad Group of 3
Mystic
Cowboys
Well
I miss your touch
I
miss it so bad
I
miss your touch
Well
it’s all that I had
Hope
will float in the springtime
Clocks
will tick on the wall
There’s
angels fluttering from Heaven
I won’t be there at all
I
miss your touch
I
miss it so bad
I
miss your touch
Well
it’s all that I had
Autumn
leaves the snow is falling
And
I’m headed for Mexican sand
I’ll
be your gringo Diablo
And
play in a lost cowboy band
I
miss your touch
I
miss it so bad
I
miss your touch
Well it’s all that I had
Will
you be the deal that killed me
Let
me drive around dead
With
all the lost probabilities
That
roll round in my head
I
miss your touch
I
miss it so bad
I
miss your touch
Well it’s all that I had
I
miss your touch
What
more can I do
I
miss your touch
I
miss your touch
I
miss it so bad
I
miss your touch
Well
it’s all that I had