Lyrics
It was della and her lover and a dog named jake, the dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun
gonna make some dreams come true
And he never said a mumblin word, and a cat named kalamazoo
If that cat could talk, and he never said a mumblin word
and he never said a mumblin word
But one stayed on the ground, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets Hoyt, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets
what tales he d tell
He snorted his coke through a century note, and he was jealous of the fire in her eyes, two shadows ran for the bar back door
Della and a dealer and a dog named jake, and a cat named kalamazoo, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets
But the cat was cool, and the tires got hot on the pickup truck
And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes, and a cat named kalamazoo, and he never said a mumblin word
there was death in tucson town
What tales he d tell, and the guitar picker was a friend of mine
but the cat was cool
And the coyote bays at the moon, randy played her a sweet love song, two shadows ran for the bar back door
what tales he d tell
if that cat could talk
and the guitar picker was a friend of mine
as down the road they flew
And he never said a mumblin word, gonna make some dreams come true, della and a dealer and a dog named jake
But the cat was cool, randy played her a sweet love song
About della and the dealer and the dog as well, about della and the dealer and the dog as well, about della and the dealer and the dog as well
and della got a fire in her eye
And the tires got hot on the pickup truck, there was death in tucson town
And the guitar picker was a friend of mine, and he never said a mumblin word
the dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun
and della got a fire in her eye
About della and the dealer and the dog as well, if that cat could talk
And he never said a mumblin word, about della and the dealer and the dog as well
If that cat could talk, and the coyote bays at the moon Axton, but one stayed on the ground
What tales he d tell, it was della and a dealer and a dog named jake Hoyt, there was death in tucson town
And the coyote bays at the moon, down tucson way there s a small cafe Axton, if that cat could talk
what tales he d tell
what tales he d tell
If that cat could talk, but the cat was cool
About della and the dealer and the dog as well, two shadows ran for the bar back door