Owen Stroud

and her sun kissed face of dimples
it showed no sign of teasing
she said “get on back to Nashville
I think it’s where your heart belongs”
but her lip began to tremble
as she searched for better reasons
and I felt as her fingers slipped out of my palms

blazin’ hot tears
blazin’ hot tears
after all of these years
I can still feel
the blazin’ hot tears

so I set out on my boots
and walked a mile up San Pedro
until a little taqueria reminded me I’d better eat
and I sat down in a booth
and looked at all the other tables
everybody had companions
everybody else but me 

blazin’ hot tears
blazin’ hot tears
after all of these years
I can still feel
the blazin’ hot tears

and the waiter brought some chips
straight out of the fryer
he said “here’s our home made salsa
we make it out of fresh pequin”
and I thanked him for the tip
but I didn’t know no better
I loaded up a greedy dose and sent it
sailing through my teeth

blazin’ hot tears
blazin’ hot tears
after all of these years
I can still feel
the blazin’ hot tears