D. Henley / B. Hornsby)



When the hot September sun down in Texas

has sucked the streams bone dry, and turned the roads to dust

in the sleepy little towns down in Texas

the shades are all pulled down, the streets are all rolled up



And the only thing that breaks the silence

are the trucks a-passing by,

late at night on a front porch swing

you can hear a mournful sigh.



And the lonesome whip-or-will

cries to the stars above

he was calling out for his lady love

she's been gone so long.



I was just talking to the moon

hopin' someday soon that I'd be over

the memory of you, too hard to hold



And the wind across the plains

is all that now remains

( you know ) the night shakes loose the names

but they never quite go back the came



So goodbye, rodeo

it's a long, funny way for a man to go

and never change

never change at all



I was just talking to the moon

hopin' someday soon that I'd be over

the memory of you, too hard to hold on



I was just talking to the moon

hopin' someday soon that I'd be over

the memory of you