The Winery
You moved up near the winery
I'm down by the oil refinery
You left my rags for his riches
Left a note best wishes
Our cats still go out at night
Cooling in the moonlight
And the lights of Martinez
Scattered on the carquinez
I play guitar til morning light
Alone with it I've built my life
Made some lovers through my skills
Some have lasted, other just filled time
Remembering you there with me
Taking walks along the sea
Years fly by cursing us
End of summer, end of fall, winter, spring
Listening to almedia play pavane for a dead princess tarrega
And albeniz and his own discantus
Santos versus Benitez
Espada versus Quevas
Ray Leonard versus Duran no more no more
My tv glows, my ceiling fan hums
Iron Mike broke bones, Julian Bream played the chaconne
Bobby Fischer took rooks
Smoking Joe trough hooks
Robert Burns wrote poems
Ed Gein dug bones
Martin Luther had a dream
You never did anything
You're up there in the vineyards
Using some pretty words
You eat at French Laundry, burning through money
And I'm here eating pitaschio nuts
Over by the Taco truck
Scribbling words on receipts
Just go on and repeat
I walk along the service stops
And the antique shops
Come home every evening
Hear the dogs howlin'